Stasha Cole

ABDOMINAL SOUP

sliced out of me, a
cyst like a bulb of
garlic streaked red
bulbous head grown
onto an ovary, I
only saw one photograph
they wouldn’t let me
have a copy
it’s my body
laparoscopic incisions still
slice and dice the inside
the ovaries looked
like the inside of my cheek
streaked with veins and
soft; in the dinner party
of my abdomen, adhesions
meet cobwebs in the
corners (infected tissue)
cries the gathering
like dust excess estrogen
can’t dust the organ
it’ll fester, my
cyst soup, and endo
cloves and cobwebs
simmer, becoming
bitter

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