Shower
by Marilyn Westfall



Relieved
of her port—
incisions pink
but healing—
she closed
her eyes
& eased
by steam
smiled
as drizzle
cleansed
her budding
scalp—
like rain
on grass—
& swayed
as flow
caressed
the firming
flesh
of her one
healthy
breast.





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