Poem A Day # 5

This is the last medical poem. Honest. I’m moving on to cheerier stuff next.

Scar Tissue
I consider the staples
their angularity
their flat shine
the way they grip flesh
which rises like pursed lips
and will heal into a white rope

I feel it now
this piping on the cushion of my belly
the hardness of those staples
translated into this tough seam
my body rebuilding itself

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2 Responses to Poem A Day # 5

  1. Oh, but the medical poems are wonderful—I could see a collection of them, telling the whole story with all of its digressions. I should have commented sooner. They’re very direct but still surprising and with lots of striking images.

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