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                             (for Martha Henning)


At the copy machine,

we swap a couple


phantom limb stories

impressed upon us


by veterans’ essays.

Then she among us


with grayest hair

says she lost


her “left, best tit”

to a cancer caught


just in time. Now, when

blessed with the presence


of a nursing mother,

she can still feel


a tiny mouthful of milk

dribble from the stubborn


ghost breast welling up

through the wide scar—


imaginary warmth

filling our mouths


opened in awe

at this tender,


brutal miracle.

Posted 04/01/19
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