Sheila Ann Dane: Poems

Umbilicus “What cha doin’, kid”, Your living voice spirals over telephone wires. “Nothing, what choo doin’?” “Nothing.” You sound as thin and reedy as a child. Cancer is rocking you backward, backward, Undoing you Soon you will be an infant Suckling at your mother’s breasts But they were dry, as I Am dry, a dry sea…