I’ve lived with a lump in my left breast for over twelve family seasons. Only aspirated once, soon after it was found, it’s been mammogrammed and sonogrammed and palpitated with awkward, frequent vigilance through all these past years. I am a survivor of fear. Yet, It is still here.

It screams to me, 'bio-flesh isn’t everything'! Why not slip into future-past? Why
Not save a kitten-now? Why not ware?

I don’t care about the lump, I took care of its mental stress years ago, what I care about
Continues to leave a lump in my throat, croaked-form reality, coughed around, concaved
With reasons no one belongs, no one can help, no one dies. How redundant.

It’s the fate of the lottery who comes and who thrives, oh, wait, didn’t that venue
Already happen? I guess I nullified what I could when I could when it

Happened.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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