It's Probably Nothing
It’s something small, she said
The
only indication that something is there in my body
Something
that doesn’t belong thereBut they can’t discuss it with you
You get a letter
This needs to be checked in six months
You
put it out of your head
Six
months later you finally make another appointment
It’s not so scary this
time.
You’ve seen the moon craters and
spider webs from the x-rayand the ocean waves of the sonogram.
But it’s still there.
They won’t tell you what it is.
You resolve to put it out of your mind
There is nothing you can do
And you go to hear some music
Take your mind off things
And this picture behind the musician
looks like a giant breast
With a purple splotch
Where the techs keep looking
She tells you not to move after she takes the x-ray
You are trapped anyway
Where would you go?
You try to have a good attitude
It’s nothing.
But you fear deep down that you are going to have to deal with this.
What armor can protect you?
What shield?
It’s inside you.