The Voice of My Tumor

Would an olive-sized tumor,
located on the left hip,
speak in the voice of an olive? Or
perhaps in a high-pitched squeaky
cartoon voice, like Alvin
of Alvin and the Chipmunks,
Or Darth Vadar,
the sinister intonations of
James Earl Jones playing the bad guy.

Never mind - it doesn't matter -
that voice has been squelched,
strangled in a vial and
biopsied into oblivion.

Goodbye, my sweet, harmless,
globby blob. You leave behind
a happy lumpless woman
singing joyful songs of farewell.

 Jessy Randall

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