Today My Aunt is Having a Mastectomy
I can't tell you which breast
will be excised
or what dream
will be uncovered
She's in her eighties
and I don't know her
beyond her name
a casualty of my father's
abandonment
There's some familial hope
in my childish heart
for a chance of connection
but I know better
than to cash it in
for it was written
on worthless paper
during a war
I had nothing to do with
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