This poem is taken from PN Review 181, Volume 34 Number 5, May - June 2008.
Three PoemsCancer Surgery
Squeak squeak ...
where?
middle-of-the-night
fenced by steel rails,
tethered to a pouch
light
knifes under the door
squeak GLARE
the nurse's shoes
Dark again.
Red digits blink: morphine drip.
Chest a gauzy snowpatch, itchy with tape.
A silver balloon sways on the updraft -
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