~LAURA
KENNELLY~
PRE-OP
For you I will
take off
clothes, rings,
consciousness
and go into
the dark.
Silent, I will
lie on
a slab open
to be
examined and
altered.
Such frail
flesh hides bones, holds
hormones tightly
bound, laced
in blood,
in secretions
driving desire,
loosening
life—
Alone,
I might float
forever
in that dark
tunnel, travel
through one
black night to the next.
But you make
escape seem
cowardice,
love seem all—
And a shared
sunrise
worth the
sharpest cut.
© by Laura
Kennelly
