Unwanted Waking
You go along thinking
your life is a rerun,
an old black-and-white,
but then you notice
a lump in your breast.
First you cry.
You want the rerun
back not this new
scene where you act
like every cup
of coffee you make
could be your last.
You see your breast
as never before—
soft like your life,
heavy like your heart.
You want so much
to salvage it.
