This poem is taken from PN Review 181, Volume 34 Number 5, May - June 2008.

Three Poems

Elise Partridge

Cancer Surgery

Squeak squeak ...
              where?
middle-of-the-night

fenced by steel rails,
tethered to a pouch

              light
              knifes under the door

              squeak GLARE

                                     the nurse's shoes

Dark again.
Red digits blink: morphine drip.
Chest a gauzy snowpatch, itchy with tape.
A silver balloon sways on the updraft -
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