It wasn’t the tumor
but the tumor remembered
being cut from the breast
the breast chiseled from bone
when, startled, she felt it
how it might pull again at her nipple
slip through the ribs
like a cat prowling.
First Published: Survivor’s Review (December 2008). Ed. Sheree Kirby.
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i commented on this and it's not here. the computer loved my comment so much it ate it.
i love this poem.
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