reach under there,
no right there,
give me your hand.
do you feel that?
it's a small round
lump, the size of
a pea, or a ball
bearing, it's hard
too and it hurts
a little. what is
it, i ask. did
see a doctor. no,
not yet, she says.
i'd rather wait
and not have that
news just yet.
i'd like to go
another day or
so and believe
that all is well.
i understand, i
tell her. bad
news keeps. but
it's probably
nothing. don't
worry about it.