(Poem #99 on new numbering scheme)
As a first step, they cut out my tongue. They removed the tumor, of course. Then they put my tongue back in. Nerves and vessels were fixed: pieces of my arm were repurposed. So that was a hard year.
– a nonnet
(Poem #99 on new numbering scheme)
As a first step, they cut out my tongue. They removed the tumor, of course. Then they put my tongue back in. Nerves and vessels were fixed: pieces of my arm were repurposed. So that was a hard year.
– a nonnet