Cancer Winter (excerpts) – poem

摘要

I woke up, and the surgeon said, a€?Youa€?re cured.a€? Strapped to the gurney, in the cotton gown and pants I was wearing when they slid me down onto the table, made news straps secure while I stared at the hydra-headed O.R. lamp, I took in the tall, confident, brown-skinned man, and the ache I