Guest Poet Rebecca Flores
Like a probing jealous lover,
x-rays drill through my pelvis.
I hold my breath,
of you taking root in me,
you and me in every conceivable way.
In a second it finds me innocent,
shows me smug evidence,
nothing but held-together bones,
not even touching in spaces
that are a hollow cry.
I smile a quiet victory,
knowing it isn’t always so.
copyright@2005 by rebecca flores