She’s rolled into surgery
and as the drugs wash over her
she tries to remember her
Medicine Buddha meditation.
A BRIEF RESPITE FROM THE USUAL PERCEPTUAL DIVIDES: AFTER CHEMO I SKI THROUGH THE VERMONT WOODS IN ANOTHER CLIMATE CHANGE STORM
presses each broken thing like an autumn leaf between pages where I watch the pace of disintegration, lacy residue. Rain writes within it a sloppy welter—the neighbor shaking her … Continue reading
Dear little breast, you were badgered and harassed by needles and nuclear medicine, almost ready to fall off in shame when you only carried yourself with dignity in the … Continue reading
this time a slow- growing rarity tracing delicate tendrils through kidney and liver, the lung’s sturdy wall, artery somewhere I can’t remember, though twice I’ve been told. How the mind … Continue reading