Getting Biopsy Results
From: Lifting My Shirt: the breast cancer poems
encontrar mi
II
I suddenly want my
mother
and I put on a hat,
a coat and boots,
Because my mother
is in a hot fudge sundae
from Friendly's
with coffee ice cream and pecans
it's almonds
and so that it will
not be exclusively
eating her I ask for
pistachio too.
When the ice cream
is home and gone
I need to hear Van Morrison
covering "Motherless Child."
I am determined to be
an unbroken mother
and say earnestly
into the phone
that someplace between
a rage and faith
I swing.
Curación Citable - Cita del día
The miracle of self-healing occurs when the inner patient yields to the inner physician.