Post Hysterectomy Love Letter

It’s terrifying what you’ve done

to me.  Each cosmic micro-moment

 

your lips were on mine reminded me that I am

indeed a woman, so there is no

 

need for the symbol

 

in a metalwork design shaded by sharp

greys and blacks on my belly

 

to remind me so.  The vacancy of my womb

deprived of organs, makes me a partial

 

woman with cancerous female parts, so I

thought.  Now, I don’t know what I am.

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2 Comments

  1. A difficult topic to address…but one filled with the emotions expressed in your poem.

  2. strong stuff !! I feel the drift of it. that’s a great title too.


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