Christian Ward
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‘Arctic’: a poem by Christian Ward
Arctic The first time you tasted chemotherapy,there were no side effects apart from an Arcticchill turning your lips blue like the wiryhospital blanket you wrapped yourself in. You shivered the troughs and peaksof the Cordillera range, mirroringthe echocardiogram to come. No snowfell in your cubicle, but it was cold enough to trace the outline of…