Sally

Sally:

a sudden charge out of a besieged

place against an enemy, a sortie 

Today back and forth brief

like batting an eye-

lash and the watery dust

she tells me after they took her

uterus laparoscopically and the

fallopian tubes

and all the tools she’d used

to make those babies

she’d say with righteous

distaste the cancer’s

gone they’d got it

all not a cell seen in all

the other cells all the other

peoples bloods (she’d lost

some of her own some-

where) it seems to have come

quiet to a close after that

assault like a new bully

who’d never been up

against the likes of her

done up like Joe

Lewis or I like to think Sally

Ride taxiing down the run-

way after all those days

in space a lone floating bee

seeing the bloom far off

homing in homing in