LOVE SONG, WITH REMOVED CYST Then we’re lying on the bed, in our clothes, in the overcast, after he has had the cyst removed from his knuckle, now bulbous with lattice bandage. It was like a wisdom tooth growing up out of his joint, they cut it out and cut its long roots out. He lies on his side, I lie on my back, he keeps the hand elevated on my breast. Between us we have so many doctors now, maybe a dozen.
Reading this over and over again. Thank you, Robin 💜