By Jessie Woodyard
No one tells you
That the first place someone looks
Someone who hasn't seen you
since you were diagnosed
is your chest.
Eyes straight to your breasts.
Are they still there?
Which one is gone?
Do they look the same to you?
How about my eyes?
How do they look?
Do they look through tears
at you
stealing your glance?
Or are they clear and wide,
aware and sad?
No one tells you about the drain.
How it's the worst part
until just before it's the worst part of you.
The drain of this illness