Incredibly swift.
Lipskin sheds in sheets.
Shrinking lipsize.
Speech returns.
Sheep gut remains, holding steady
For scar growing.
Foods become welcome
in small dose.
Stand by soy and whey-
I need you only sometimes.
Stitches
masquerade as
insects and
tickle
lips.
Sunshine, though rare, stinging, threatens scarring.
Lucky me.
Too.
So glad for the opportunity to enjoy your writing, Susan. Surprised - and fun! - to find the poem
ReplyDeleteTwo talented writers... and patients:)
ReplyDeleteThe optimistic patients!!!
ReplyDeleteCommoners dinner this weekend?