Three poems by Tania Hershman
Body I saw my mother’s heart today. She pressed up against the machine while, a few feet away I watched it load on the computer screen. Is that…? I asked. The radiologist immune to the novelty of inside views, nodded. I’d helped my mother get undressed, seen for the first time the vest she wore to cover where her breasts had been. I had not … Continue reading Three poems by Tania Hershman