Fear is pumping me up
like a puffer fish.
I feel like a light bulb
about to burst.
Waiting for more mammograms.
Why do they need more?
Gads! If they hunt enough
in the attic of my breast,
they are sure to find something buried.
Just leave me alone.
You have cut and sewn
my right breast enough.
Ohl To go back
to being totally flat chested
or even emerging breasts
when I wore layers? oft-shirts.
The warrior mammogram technician
only makes me feel worse.
I wait in a cell-like room.
Feels like I've been here for years.
Where is comfort?
Not even a window to look out
for a flower or two.
My bladder pumps like a drum.