At the Center for Breast Imaging
Naomi Ruth Lowinsky
we have come about our breast
we sit in focused crewel work or tired to the bone
in fullness or flatness or in a fallen state
we offer them
we remember their uses
hot cups to the morning’s tongue tip
a wild thing grows between us
we ride until the snake becomes a fountain
And we drink
sweet cups to the baby
i feel your fierce suck still
and the pleasure of the tug of flesh between us
hot juice you drank of me
dark cups to the unknown mass
we offer to the oracle machine
we shall be flattened up and down and sideways
divided into quadrants
upper outer lower inner left and right
the black and whites of fate could come between us
in the hands of the breast doctor we float
a ship of silent cells in the dark
navigating consolations exploring charts
recognizing benign densities
Leo ascendant cyst in Gemini
could Cancer’s pearly sparkle appear
in the court of the queen of cups?
We have come about our breast
we sit in a focused crewel work or in a fallen state
we remember the feel of their uses
we offer them
we’d like to keep them