"appendixes" poems - Hello Poetry

struck by lightning twice by twenty-four this astronomical record was hers, Guinness proclaimed, this lady so famed, top of her class at Stanford, then Yale Med, and blissfully wed, to a surgeon who always came in second this did not matter at Cabo, or even in their first condo but as her curriculum vitae grew faster than a Walmart receipt on Black Friday, he scrubbed up for one bloodletting after another, removing appendixes, and appendages, feeling her shadow grow heavy, even in the bright lights of his operating theater his first was, of course, a nurse, though at least her age his second, a decade newer model, fixed his lattes at Starbucks number three was the neighbor with whom they shared nothing but a fence, and a few awkward stares her hours in the lab with petri dishes grew, and she never let on she knew, that her clean shaven number two was lying with others to stand himself when he asked for a divorce--number four requiring more than liquid exchanges in sweet hotel suites--she acquiesced and even let him have the Welsh Corgi, the cabin in Aspen, and half the 401K to this day, she recalls imagining his liaisons while she married menacing molecules to one another in tubes under faithful light, seeking answers to questions asked by the dying she would never meet a lump would only grow in her throat if she thought his scalpel never sliced the heart of number four, for five

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC

spysgrandson

seeking a cure for cancer while contemplating the virtues of infidelity

struck by lightning twice by twenty-four this astronomical record was hers, Guinness proclaimed, this lady so famed, top of her class at Stanford, then Yale Med, and blissfully wed, to a surgeon who always came in second this did not matter at Cabo, or even in their first condo but as her curriculum vitae grew faster than a Walmart receipt on Black Friday, he scrubbed up for one bloodletting after another, removing appendixes, and appendages, feeling her shadow grow heavy, even in the bright lights of his operating theater his first was, of course, a nurse, though at least her age his second, a decade newer model, fixed his lattes at Starbucks number three was the neighbor with whom they shared nothing but a fence, and a few awkward stares her hours in the lab with petri dishes grew, and she never let on she knew, that her clean shaven number two was lying with others to stand himself when he asked for a divorce--number four requiring more than liquid exchanges in sweet hotel suites--she acquiesced and even let him have the Welsh Corgi, the cabin in Aspen, and half the 401K to this day, she recalls imagining his liaisons while she married menacing molecules to one another in tubes under faithful light, seeking answers to questions asked by the dying she would never meet a lump would only grow in her throat if she thought his scalpel never sliced the heart of number four, for five

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My mothers painful womb, cut out and tossed away. My first home tossed away with the surgical waste. Thrown away with appendixes limbs spleens the fat from a trophy wife. My first home.

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Sep 16, 2013

Sep 16, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC

vera-van-zandt

My First Home

My mothers painful womb, cut out and tossed away. My first home tossed away with the surgical waste. Thrown away with appendixes limbs spleens the fat from a trophy wife. My first home.

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Trace back To when Playgrounds whispered Haunted memories Redundant Sound control Freeze dried Pebbles onto River banks flowing Following transcending ringing Summoned Feathered down By scavengers Hence feasible Recipes Unorthodoxed swallowing Rocks churning appendixes

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Dec 9, 2016

Dec 9, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC

karisa-brown

Backtracking steps heard~

Trace back To when Playgrounds whispered Haunted memories Redundant Sound control Freeze dried Pebbles onto River banks flowing Following transcending ringing Summoned Feathered down By scavengers Hence feasible Recipes Unorthodoxed swallowing Rocks churning appendixes

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