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.
Charles Rafferty
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.