Poem-a-Day

A good doctor  
Makes the recommendation  
To have both 
Breasts removed  
Because of your history and because of World War Three 

If it comes back  
A good doctor holds your hand   
She answers emails  
She says have both breasts removed  
Lifted off and ground up for food 

Food for babies  
Food for mothers 
A good doctor replaces them with bags of birdseed  
You buy her a wedding cake decorated with breasts made of sugar 
Marzipan mother breast and marzipan father breast 

They don’t speak to each other  
They kiss in the dark 
The cancer center has comfortable chairs and a view of the Willamette  
A good doctor pulls you up by the roots of your hair  
Gray jellyfish hair   

Lightning seen out the window of an airplane at night  
You are flying at night  
It’s Mother’s Day  
You have a comfy chair  
A good doctor is flying with you