Poems for My Mother

Two poems; three years apart

Lisa Fotios

The Last Time They Poisoned You

(November 2017)

I think if the cancer came back
You might quip to the doctor,
Give me the scalpel
I’ll cut it out myself,
Because I know that if you could
you’d tear at the meat that’s still left
Between your breast and rib cage
in search of the tiny stone that was dragging…