Loss of Friend
For Suzanne
Tumors. Carved out. I’m awake and afraid to touch my soft belly…flat…empty. Seven years growing in me like a child with no heart…hard, round, weighty.
January 15, 2018
Tumors. Carved out. I’m awake and afraid to touch my soft belly…flat…empty. Seven years growing in me like a child with no heart…hard, round, weighty.
