Krista Genevieve Farris
To My Husband Upon Reconstruction
I cup the gel and feel no nerves in the mound.
In my palm, firm sensation of swollen days spent nursing when
estrogen ran freely and progesterone fueled a rush of milk when the
babies were hungry and when I climaxed or when I was nervous or
exercising or we were arguing about something dumb like
undercooked pancakes or whether a toddler could have a cup of
Coke. Emotions streaming through hormones and hopes–
not a lack of
and certainly
Not through cancer then.
I know why I asked to seal in sand. Silicone. Guarded softness,
live curiosity, embodied yen to believe I can feel something more
than scars and a void where a nipple once was when we reach for my heart.
Bio
Krista Genevieve Farris writes about whatever tickles her not so fancy. Links to her published essays, poems and stories can be found at https://kristagenevievefarris.wordpress.com/