The
Consequences Of Jeffism
To
purge
my
barren
bed
of
your
memory
To
eviscerate
your
touch
from
my skin
You
became
an
organ
of
mine
sometimes
working
inside
me
How
do I
dissect
that
which
is
only a
phantom
of
the physical
No
anesthetic
for
I am both
surgeon
and
patient
What
tools
scalpel,
forceps
do
I use in
performing
such
an
operation
Is
the delicate touch
of
nerve sensitive
fingers
required
or
is
this a job for a
master
butcher
ripping
out the infection
with
blood painted hands
What
can this
non
terminal but
excruciating
disease
that
was the
“you”
experience
give
me
You
waste away
my
mind and heart
with
distrust
and
give me
the
bitter backwash
of
my own stupidity
Your
removal
is
a necessary
for
malignancy
is
not the norm
but
when
you
are
gone
will
the
symptoms
remain
December
12, 1992
Tressa
Lee Breen
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