I remember water
touching my body differently
as, still whole, I lay in that last hot bath.
Now I discover a freckle
beneath where my breast once was
and feel a newness come over me.
I ask god to tell me he loves me
and he answers
through the taste of a sweet, summer peach.
Water pours over a scarred, curveless mass, and I am
cleansed.
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