Shannon Guglielmo

D&C

My heart ticks down
another degree each hour
port jammed up in plumpy vein
taste of metal
eyes closed in
sockets drained & skinned.

When I wake up
the little lime
my beloved brief uterus tenant
is gone.

Now it’s my turn to be a fruit:

A         hollow             swollen            grapefruit
    scooped       out               and
            bruised.

Running my hands
over belly skin

the stretch marks retreat

too early.