One day at a time

Her thoughts were on the promise of the afterlife,

the one that comes from kicking a terminal disease;

never anticipating the next few months and hardly guessing a basic principle underlying it all:

That these days, supernovae are an understatement.

No matter how balls deep we are in the mud,

Whether our feet have touched hell or the stars,

Somewhere in close proximity

there will always be a bigger superhero

and he will usually be more ashamed.

I realized this when I tried to tell my story

after finally piecing enough shards of memories,

having finally found gardening gloves thick enough

not to get cut.