Shrink Talk

A Poem by Diana Raab

The day after the doctor
cut off my breast
I got on the phone
crying to my therapist
who told me to give
myself some time
to figure out who I am
and how I feel
after being slashed
by the knife
which stole
the woman from me.

Somehow I will never
forgive him.

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