Spring 2000 • Vol. XXII No. 2 Poetry |

Procedure

The flesh comes free and the nodes are loosened from their element. The nerve will never stir; no caress again will cause a tingle. Bandages pack the numb chest, the eyes half opening--- half-wakened by the ebb of drug tide. Am I Gorgon, odd- breasted, corrupt, I wonder. Bitter complicity: the male nurse nods and turns from me.

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Carol Frost has published eleven books of poems, most recently Honeycomb, which won the 2010 Florida Book Award. Trilogy is forthcoming in 2014 from Tupelo Press. She is the Theodore Bruce and Barbara Lawrence Alfond Professor of English at Rollins College.

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