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Micro Reflections upon a Surgery
Anatomy is
But a furious landscape
Cells divide, collideConversations end
Moments between the lines
Consciousness crumblesAnesthesia
Minutes or eternity
Without differenceThe organ removed
Through the middle incision
Held inside a bagFlesh once unobserved
Now pretty pink incisions
Make imperfect scarsHow much does it hurt?
On a scale of one to ten
I count each ache twiceMy biology
Body parts no longer mine
Sutures conceal lossHow many syllables
In the pucker of these scars
Mending my many wounds