what's left of me, into the wind ....
I started out
100 percent.
But I'm losing myself.
Tonsils and adenoids --
T & A.
What are they, anyway?
Yanked from my inner child
With chocolate ice cream chasers.
The thyroid. A chunk, and
Years later, the rest.
Who needs it?
I live synthetically.
At 4o-something, female parts.
I don't mind. Kept the ones
That count.
Twenty years later, a third of a lung.
Five thirds will do,
Except up the stairs.
Last year
A foot of sigmoid .
(I'm a semi-colon!)
And now,
A bit of breast.
Just a biopsy.
Phew!
I'm not 100 percent,
Not even counting lost moles, molars,
Bone mass, appendix
And such.
I remain
Not intact.
Half-assed,
Part-right,
Often mindless,
Kind of detached.
But whole-hearted.
Moving along sans
Bits and pieces.
Wheeeeeee.
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Comments
You certainly have a half-full perspective.
Too true for too many Lea.
Me too.
Written wonderfully well.
for all those parts and pieces,
here and gone.
Your words keep you fresh and new,
what you share, you are you.
Enjoyed this, especially the picture!
Parts of us are everywhere.
Poetry indeed..today.
See you in Maine this summer.
All of what is left of you, that is :)
And Tom, I kept the better half.
Half laughing, half crying over here...
Clearly your mind is 100%.
R♥