The neighbor had cancer
and they cut his throat
and took out part of his tongue
and left a fat scar from ear to ear.
Lately, he cannot gain weight.
Today, I offer him my good cells,
my throat, the skin of my neck,
a song with my tongue,
a song of hope and long life,
and the colors, the smell, the taste,
the weight of dinner.
I will exchange myself for him.
To do so, I must leave this golden boy.
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