When I want breasts, I wear my Dolly Parton bra.
Bigger than mine ever were—why not?
It's all make-believe now, like Dolly's hair.
My friend May wears her prosthesis every day,
but it makes her arm swell. When she goes home
she can't wait to take it off. I say, "May,
you've been through too much to keep helping people out.
If they don't know by now about cancer,
then it's time they did." [...]
My neighbor saw him jump
the fence in thunder,
leave the pasture for the road,
then back again, a flight
across boundaries as lightning
struck, and the rain came down,
as it does these days, urgent, torrential. [...]