FOUR-YEAR ONCOLOGY APPOINTMENT
my kind oncologist asks if I mind showing my scar
to the pharmacy student with him;
his thumb outlines the scar on my leg twisted
toward the student; they were just discussing melanoma
removal, a football shape; he pauses at my extra
perpendicular line— here’s the story:
the first surgeon cut me open without a closure plan
I awoke to an ace-wrapped leg, a gaping wound, a next-day surgery;
the plastic surgeon assessed: pray for a pivot instead of a graft
I awoke in a room without oxygen—bees in my stomach, venom
in my back—at the dermatology office, in classrooms, awaiting results,
gasps in grocery stores. Now, in this sanitized office, I just smile;
the tenor too bright for those dazed
days; their eyes on my well-healed scar.
Jodi Andrews is the author of a chapbook, The Shadow of Death (Finishing Line Press, 2018), and holds an MA in English. She has had poems published in Atlas and Alice, Calamus Journal, Anomaly Journal, Snapdragon: A Journal of Art and Healing, and Oakwood Literary Magazine, among others, and a few recent anthologies, including This Thing Called Poetry: An Anthology of Young Adults with Cancer and South Dakota in Poems.