Post-operative

It would be a while
before he touched alcohol
or felt in any way frisky, he said.
The stitches were too new.
She understood.

He asked her to look
under the dressing.
There was a little
oozing from his new zip.
It was bloodless. Neat.

Next day he was perkier,
asked her to touch
everywhere
but the seven inches
from sternum to navel.

 

Sharon Larkin has two books of poetry to her name: Interned at the Food Factory (Indigo Dreams, 2019) and ‘Dualities’ (Hedgehog Poetry, 2020). She runs Good Dadhood on-line and publishes as Eithon Bridge. She is the Stanza representative for Gloucestershire.Β  https://sharonlarkinjones.com