Made With Love

The doctors poured deep breaths from coffee pots,
fed me through IVs.
They carved a slice in my warm bread of a body
served the scar sunny-side up,
embroidered my skin to match the napkin
they wiped their hands clean of blood and
what’s left—

Hiccups and a hard, flat line,
a heart so swollen
you wonder
if the battered mess will ever rise.

Kara Knickerbocker is a writer from Saegertown, Pennsylvania. She received her B.A. in English from Westminster College in 2012. Her poetry and essays have been published or are forthcoming in print and online publications including: Construction, Longridge Review, Pittsburgh Poetry Review, and the anthology Voices from the Attic Volume XXII, among others. She lives in Pittsburgh, where she works at Carnegie Mellon University and writes with Carlow University’s Madwomen in the Attic workshops. Find more of her at https://karaknickerbocker.com.

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