Chloe Bryan

Think of my spine as a string of plums:
twenty round, one blistered

or as a boxed-up cake
you snapped into the backseat

or as a series of bones and discs, shivering
hot on the image machine.

At midnight, pearlish light cuts
the hospital drapes. The hallway

is my moon, a telescope away.
I consider asking the one woman doctor

to pluck me up with tongs and shake me
so that I might sweat out the gravity.

Post-op, she will repeat
the word rongeur, while I imagine camellias

blooming incidentally
over my body’s lessening.

Chloe Bryan is an editor, poet, and journalist who lives in Brooklyn. She has a chihuahua named Pete.

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