We Eat Well Now
Eight times counterclockwise,
sixteen more that morning,
she drew in breath like a delicate thing, held it preciously
behind her breast. (beast
beast beast) she whispers.
lump, her head is saying, lump
lump, lump
a lump in her throat, a lump in her
It is like a bomb, a bullet, no longer
visible,
but lurking just within the fresh pink skin,
she holds her breath, she counts backwards from 99
bites her tongue, eats her
broth, wishes on every knickknack in the warm window,
she plants her beans early that year, coaxes them up from
the dirt, but this year only saline waters
their unfolding tendrils, their life and promise.
she waits, bides her time, has a thousand lucky pennies
on her windowsill, it still leaves her empty to feel lucky.
she harvests the beans, leaving them half scattered in the kitchen
She she she
drew in breath like a delicate thing