They heard the voices over the fence
the growth inside her stomach was malevolent
each day it grew and grew
pushing her thin stomach flowery summer
dresses, engorging her breasts
filling them with the defiled thoughts
floating around their quiet little town
all the birds whispering,
sitting on the
telephone lines clucking at sunlight
pretending the picture perfect American
Gothic town is an illuminated
manuscript, a holy writ
imagining the cancer inside her
gut is the seed of a man and a woman
waltzing past moralistic conventions
poisoning the well their
elders drink from,
the cancer will escape to a life
of anonymity,
never knowing the stir it caused
or where it came from.
: andy l. kubai : writer : 
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