Hematoma

Posted on September 23, 2004 in Health Poems

The pain grows worse before it gets better. Yesterday and today, the area where the incision had been made grew to twice its normal size. This is normal. In thinking about it, I found myself combining recent journal entries about Christian mythology and the process of healing:

You look for the New Jerusalem in cloudbreaks
I find it here, beneath this swelling
where purple cirrus stains spread into altostratus
where the forest of my public hair is denuded
where the red sea inside of me seethes and builds cell walls.