Category: Poetry

Postoperate

I live postoperatively. While daylight casts shadows back east, these hours used and reserved positions like reclining for flying and appointments and tests. Before stage 4, a lap formed by sitting posed an imposition on daily routines. Sex and sleeping happen in bed. Lights dimmed or off. Today my husband hugs at my good side. My left side.

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Understudy

My time to lie down and die as prescribed, only known as “patient.” From stage left, enter: Sutured together in an unholy friendship. Acquainted by bones held lines closely to my chest. “the role of Physical unrest today played by a courtesan,” A voice wails from behind the curtain velveteen, Dust heavy, too long, bloody

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Crisis Competition

You loud mouth obnoxious woman! You prompt a scream – You queue my time. You pour gas in the stream, You victimize my crime. With no context – No reason no less, No wonder you press, Upon my body’s guest. I reasoned and grieved. (I killed everyone) I sewed up the sieve, I flew near […]