(from the French)




Less invasive

the doctor says.        To break into pieces.

Little morsels, little slits

(for me) to come out of

(myself).        Mon corps—

my body— a corpse,

a mis- translation. As I keep mistaking

blood for song,         God

as something owed to me.

        But the tumor lacks language

        and so, in this way, is

infallible, and so                  a little

                 like God. And, like God,

the terror is in knowing

         it could be  malignant, could be

         everywhere and all

                 at once.