I worry when I weigh
less unexpectedly. Cancer
can be slimming and
a fever can leave you dewy—
as though someone had shaken
an orchard at dawn
above your sleeping face.
Get on the scale
and learn to stand still.
Open up the Tuesday lid
and swallow every pill.
Wearing it Well

Charles Rafferty has published poems in such places as The New Yorker, Ploughshares, and The Southern Review. His most recent collection is The Appendectomy Grin (BOA Editions). He is also the author of the story collection Somebody Who Knows Somebody and the novel Moscodelphia.