that stings, the needle prick,
the flow
of a liquid
strange,
that the body
reacts to.
the rest is easy
as the scalpel
eases it's way around
and down
the numbed skin,
in surgical search,
challenging
the bad cells
to give up, to
disperse.
all the while
the surgeon whistles
a Broadway
tune.
luck be a lady tonight.
i know
that tune too.
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