Saturday, May 20, 2000



The Tumor

She was once
the Lady on the shell
Lays now, her
belly carved open
Scalpel reveals the
milky fibrous pearl—
concentration of all
pain, labor and fruit
of her womb;
whale-like, beached
on elemental sand
Time heals all
seaweed hair in tangled
foam, the past aborted
She waves goodbye—
blood lets, cell’s memory
released



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