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.



  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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