Monday, December 17, 2012

Lipoma 1 (Poem)

I let all the anger
All the frustration
All the resentment
All the fears and insecurities
Mistrust and alienation
Accumulate
Into a fatty lump in my forearm.
It sat there-
Beneath the surface
But visible-
A hard, moveable knot.
It couldn't be sweated out;
It couldn't be smashed
With a book.
I let the surgeon cut it out
And though the stitches are itching
I feel free.