i just scratched off the
head of a mole so it’s
bleeding and i fear it
will become cancerous
and i will deny it until
it is too late and my body
has grown limp and rotten
inside and i will never
forgive myself for needing
so badly to discover what
can fall away - what is
contained underneath -
when i already know the
answer is this thick brown
blood which i dab at
with a square of toilet
paper and the fear that
i might get cancer that
i might rot inside
one day.
from the 2006 issue of The White Wall Review
No comments:
Post a Comment