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dream-draft 19.07
by Maria MassarellaI 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
Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 07/25/08 at 01:44 AM Oh, Maria... this one is filled with such intense emotions... running through every line and stanza. Lovingly told and described. Sending you much love from out here, this side of paradise... alisa ;-0 |
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