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Post Op Party Rap

By Yvette Pollack

Well, they asked brightly,
feigning interest politely,
“So, how are you… really?”

And my bowtox smile belied
the voice inside
which wanted to scream
and shout and yell
and really tell.

“Well, since you want to know…. really…

Here’s how I’m dealing
with the healing:
my head is reeling,
from looking at the ceiling,
and focusing on the peeling
trying to ignore the feeling
of the incisions congealing,
the pain they’re concealing.
my lips keep sealing
the cries from stealing
from deep inside
and risking revealing

The aches hidden far and wide
that are so denied
because of pride.

And so I lied
without a sigh,
and cheerily replied,

“Fine, thank you.”

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