Not waiting for the spectacular
I curiously peel
my surgical gown
to reveal a simple dressing
snaked across the slash of my chest -
all neatly stretched and cleanly
stuck to the flat unrudeness of my new body.
I find I'm not repelled, but pleased
instead of horrified, as of course,
I might have been, under the circumstances -
Somehow, I slept and woke four hours later
to find myself without -
I briefly wonder where they are...
and about the pain -
Thought I might, but I don't cry -
or smile, or anything...
There are voices echoing around me
gaggling goosily, and laughing silly chickens,
fussing, pecking and henning about my needs.
Trying to feed me, etc.
I realize it is raining outside -
tears streaming down the cheek of a window,
but inside my head,
I'm not dying like I thought I might be,