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Thyetry Adenoma

Post Published: 18 September 2009
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Category: Thyroid Poetry
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To Dear Thyroid:

Adenoma

Lay down like a lover

hair spreading out behind you,

offer up your soft neck.

He walks to the switch

to turn off the light.

,  

Papillion, mariposa, farfalla,

farfallina, the thyroid

is a butterfly-shaped gland

on either side of your windpipe.

The sonogram paddle is flat

and cool against your throat.

On the screen are images vague

as finger-swirls in a dusting of snow.

,  

“There it is!” the nurse says, pointing

delightedly, as if at a long-awaited train arriving or a lost puppy running out from beneath a piece of furniture.

,  

You recline awkwardly, head tipped back

without a place for your arms and hands.

The dapper surgeon, his movements precise, looks almost happy as he presses in the numbing solution; is he humming?

,  

There’s no practice for this dance;

your partners guide you, one hand tilts

the forehead, another pushes up against your back when, after the aspiration’s done, they decide you’ll rise.   Go home and learn your new vocabulary, explore the metaphysical: something in you, must come out.

,  

Put all your poems out on the bed;

they were in you, too, till extracted;

like the red that stains the lab slides, evidence of your having been here, and affixed with random symbols somehow corresponding with your name.

,  

Phyllis Capello, 2008

(Bio) Phyllis Capello is an award-winning fiction writer, poet and musician.   She lives in Brooklyn.

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9 Responses to “Thyetry Adenoma”

  1. Bee says:

    OMG!!! Phyllis, I’m in awe of your so few but so mighty words—and the pictures an images they create; I do believe I felt each word in the corp of my being. WOW!!!…just wow

  2. Bee says:

    PS__ my typing is atrocious…I’m looking for finger replacements—i MEANT core not corp—chalk that up to fat little thy-fingers, SORRY

  3. lizschau says:

    Phyllis,

    I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

  4. Jess Burnquist says:

    Beautiful!

  5. Zari says:

    Beautifully written and a nice change from how we discuss these things. Thanks

    Zari

  6. Kathy says:

    Phyllis, your words made me want to lick my fingers after I read them, deliciously sad, the taste salty like tears, but every word so beautifully written..

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