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Dorit Weisman
GOOD MORNING MY LEFT BREAST
Good morning to the growth in my left tit.
The growth in my left breast will wilt.
What else would rhyme? Shrink
May it all shrink, may it wilt.
Maybe if I say it
Often enough it’ll disappear, wilt,
dry up, desiccate, shrink down, degenerate,
The doctors won’t find it, not even
On x-ray. It won’t be found in ultrasound,
Not in a mammo. They will search for it in old
X-rays. And it will only be present in old
Copies. And will yellow like old pictures.
© Translation: 2006, Rachel Yakobovitch
GOOD MORNING MY LEFT BREAST
© 2006, Dorit Weisman
From: Where Did You Meet the Cancer?
Publisher: Carmel, Jerusalem
From: Where Did You Meet the Cancer?
Publisher: Carmel, Jerusalem
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GOOD MORNING MY LEFT BREAST
From: Where Did You Meet the Cancer?
GOOD MORNING MY LEFT BREAST
Good morning to the growth in my left tit.
The growth in my left breast will wilt.
What else would rhyme? Shrink
May it all shrink, may it wilt.
Maybe if I say it
Often enough it’ll disappear, wilt,
dry up, desiccate, shrink down, degenerate,
The doctors won’t find it, not even
On x-ray. It won’t be found in ultrasound,
Not in a mammo. They will search for it in old
X-rays. And it will only be present in old
Copies. And will yellow like old pictures.
© 2006, Rachel Yakobovitch
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