This is a poem from--
I did have cancer.
I had two breast cancer patients.
And this is called Lumpectomy Eve.
I was-- I had a lumpectomy, and with the other, mastectomy.
And if you don't know what those mean, somebody will tell you.
I am not the only person in this room who's had breast cancer.
And I include men.
Richard Roundtree, the actor, had breast cancer.
For a man, that's probably scary.
For a woman, too, but [INAUDIBLE]..
Anyway, "Lumpectomy Eve."
All night, I dream of lips that nursed and nursed,
and the lonely nipple lost in loss,
and the need to feed that turns at last on itself that
will kill its body for its hunger's sake.
All night, I hear the whispering, the soft,
love calls you to this knife, for love, for love.
All night, it is the one breast comforting the other.