I dreamt the return of cancer
A wednesday's surgery-to-be on this left breast
Of mine.
Cupped its silken fullness in both my hands
I tuesday-wondered
How could I have been so blind as not to
See
How could I have overlooked the symptoms
Changes
How could my fingers not have sensed
Touched

Tomorrow
Will be gone
Another piece of me
Another sacrifice

Mused to waking I found it be 
A dream

Quiet the pangs knife my silence the
Unscreamed questionings
The would-be-interpretations

Breasts. Maternal. Nurture. Give warmth. Comfort. Refuge.
Left Breast. Domes my heart. Sacred. Temples its pulse.

Sensual.

Which surgeon's knife would sweet-slice-to
Extirpate the What of me

Tell me, dream.







The inner-child is hungry
Nurture me

~ m.a

07/21/2008

Posted on 07/20/2008
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