breast
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I mourn my ignorance
I grieve it almost as much as
the news
of the parasite in your breast:
The life bringing death
just opposite your heart.
The heart I listen for
as I lay down to sleep--
Early morning, sun is just beginning to rise
No sleep the night before I can barely open my eyes.
I’m nervous and at the same time relieved
I’ll finally be rid of thee.
You’ve been a hassle, you’ve been a pain
