i had top surgery
on Monday the 28th
and i hardly remember any
of it
that morning my grandmother
woke me up
said she loved me
my grandfather asked if he could
pray for me
and the night before we had
toasted to a speedy recovery
with white russians
which I still think smell
like sharpie markers
but that might be just me
and i didn’t call my father
he didn’t know the date
the day and hour
when i would go under the knife
for the first and only time
it’s been a few weeks since
i last shaved
and hairs are finally starting to
appear under my bottom lip
and this time i will not
panic because of how much
i resemble him
because my granny in texas
said i was handsome like him
and that almost made me cry
but also lessened the sting
of his absence
and a hole that feels less gaping
having nothing to do with the
breast tissue that was cut out of me
the steri-strips and incisions on my sides
to accommodate the drains
like they’re taking out more than blood
and viscous fluid
the hurt from him
grows less as my chest
my male chest
heals more each day
and i don’t think of how
he maybe won’t recognize me
one day and that’s okay
maybe for the best
because i am so much more
than the daughter
and then the son
he did not want
nor know how to love
i am growing into my
own man that i was always
meant to be
and it feels so good
making a place in this
body that finally feels like home
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
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I found these words quite by accident while mooching around here this evening.. I am glad I stumbled upon them in such a way... to be honest, the more I read, the more impressed I was with them.. I found them emotionally charged but blunted, if that makes any sense... you tell a story that had a reality to it that made me draw breath sharply through clenched teeth and quite a few times... I dont know whether the details are autobiographical or fiction.. at the end of the day, it does not really matter, I thoroughly enjoyed my visit... Neville
Welcome to my poetry, Neville! All of my work is very much autobiographical. I just got my drains out at the hospital, and am wearing a t-shirt for the first time since the 28th of last month!
I hope you continue to visit my poetry! 😀
Good morning.
yes, I may read more certainly and hope all is going well for you
All Good Things,
Neville
powerful. glad you are at peace.
Thank you so much for reading my work, and so much for your kind words! I am absolutely more at peace than I ever have been in my body. It’s a new feeling that I absolutely love.
I just found this website by accident and this is the very first poem on here I read.... and it absolutely took my breath away.
I am deeply honored that mine was the first poem you read, and hope you are inspired to read more
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