Flip off the TV.
Listen:
April’s goodbye.
Look out the window
at all that new green life.
She tells him in English,
then in Spanish,
she won’t give up fighting.
When she leaves the room,
I gather her in my arms,
limb over limb,
run my hand through
her new short hair,
realize that
when I wasn’t looking
she sprouted inches
taller than me.