Tuesday, March 07, 2017


This room is mine
until I return home
A tall apparatus, a sentry
bearing liquid  drips 
into a tube and finds
it's way to my body
It stands on sturdy legs
to the right of the bed
bearing witness 
We are tethered
by plastic tubing
People with name tags
prod me, take my blood
for reference points
and tell me that I am
to eat a liquid diet
The surgeon visits 
and explains what's been done
The piece that's missing
will be examined, peered
at by people who know cells
People I don't know, people who
don't know anything about me
will determine what happens next

Written on March 10 th


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