• Micro Reflections upon a Surgery

    Anatomy is
    But a furious landscape
    Cells divide, collide

    Conversations end
    Moments between the lines
    Consciousness crumbles

    Minutes or eternity
    Without difference

    The organ removed
    Through the middle incision
    Held inside a bag

    Flesh once unobserved
    Now pretty pink incisions
    Make imperfect scars

    How much does it hurt?
    On a scale of one to ten
    I count each ache twice

    My biology
    Body parts no longer mine
    Sutures conceal loss

    How many syllables
    In the pucker of these scars
    Mending my many wounds