281. After J.A.R.V.I.S. - Monica Rico

Mikalojus Konstantinas, Čiurlionis Sagittarius (1907)

Since my diagnosis, I hadn’t listened to any music. Every song reminded me of a time when I was healthy, when I was happy.

My birthday is next week. It will be the second birthday in a row that I am in treatment for cancer, though I won’t go into the details of my diagnosis. I have never liked being categorized, and with cancer, the hierarchy is staggeringly dismal. 

When I started chemo, I visualized the Hulk, Captain Marvel, Thor, Iron Man, and Wonder Woman entering my body. I wanted them to fuck shit up. I have always loved superheroes. I was so in love with Wonder Woman that when I started kindergarten, I spelled my name with a W. My mother helped me write “Wonica” on all my school supplies.

Last fall, I started radiation, and I named the machine J.A.R.V.I.S., after Tony Stark’s AI assistant. (Since I already had the Hulk and Thor in my body, I figured I should also have a rational voice that would lead them all to the right spot to fight.) No one warned me J.A.R.V.I.S. played music, so when Aerosmith’s “Dream On” began, I didn’t know what to do. Since my diagnosis, I hadn’t listened to any music. Every song reminded me of a time when I was healthy, when I was happy. As I lay there, trying not to think about what the large doses of radiation were doing to my body, I chose to think of my cousins who loved Aerosmith. I thought of us talking too loud in a restaurant. I couldn’t stop myself from crying.

I soon learned that J.A.R.V.I.S. had very particular tastes. He liked soft rock, particularly Fleetwood Mac and Elton John. He also liked “I Heard It Through the Grapevine.” Once, on a holiday weekend, he played “Girls, Girls, Girls” by Mötley Crüe, which I found deeply inappropriate in the most humorous way. J.A.R.V.I.S. played the same songs over and over again, and I fell under his spell. I began to let the music take me somewhere else. 

Throughout my diagnosis, time has felt numinous and warped. Weeks seem like days and days seem like years. At first, I couldn’t write about what was happening to me. So much was happening, I didn’t have time to think, and I couldn’t open myself to the page like I normally did. I couldn’t let myself be that vulnerable, where we surrender ourselves to our work. I was in survival mode, and just staying alive took all my energy.

But fortunately I have fabulous friends who encouraged me, especially my friend Ellen, who agreed to start exchanging letters with me. When I did start writing again, I wanted to find a way to describe what I was going through, while keeping J.A.R.V.I.S.’s songs in the background since they’d come to feel almost like a soundtrack to my life. I wanted to tell myself how I felt, but I needed the help of a well-crafted pop song to do some of the heavy lifting. So I spread the lyrics of Elton’s John’s “Rocket Man” across a page, then began writing my own between them.

I’ve been writing so many of these mixtapes. For the first time, I don’t care if these poems get published anywhere. What I find valuable is the ability to speak through something else. It feels like a prayer. It feels like an offering. 

- Monica Rico

Prompt

Choose a song that you love. Start by spreading the lyrics across the page—maybe just a verse, maybe the whole song. Now begin to write your own lines between the lyrics. (To distinguish the two, you might want to mark the lyrics in bold or italics if you’re on a computer; if you’re writing by hand, either highlight or underline them.)

If you’d like, use the chorus or a line that speaks to you somewhere in your poem. Title your poem the name of the song and credit the artist.