Half Drunk Muse Poetry


Signing Sympathy by Cheryl Snell

The ritual keeps us breathing
from biopsy to biopsy. The lump out,
or the whole breast; changing skylines
of loss.

In the early days, disaster trumped
disease, but there’s only so much
to say about a car smashed on tracks,
a honeymoon in a hurricane.
At some point, I stopped listening.

I wanted to take my name back
from the card’s ink ladder, cross it out
like a misdiagnosis, hush the talk
that would have quieted anyway,
once the envelope slid into the mailbox,
red flag raised like a fist.

View bio for Cheryl Snell Published in Spring 2006

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Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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