post-op (after the hysterectomy in anaesthetic fog) by Jane Ayres

i wake in a different body

being less than i was

emptied out

through the bloody keyhole

my old home / my new home

the same / not the same

i dis/solve

wide shingle skies / speckled walkways

where charcoal-crushed violets fizzle

black silt flaking / spiky connective tissue

books shelved / dust heavy / intent layered

worlds unexplored / paths not yet navigated

unimagined / the invisible writer / freshly minted

eats everything


UK based neurodivergent writer Jane Ayres completed a Creative Writing MA at the University of Kent in 2019 at the age of 57. She loves experimental hybrid writing and her first collection edible will be published by Beir Bua Press in July 2022. Her micro-chapbook my lost womb still sings to me is published by Porkbelly Press in 2022/23

Website: janeayreswriter.wordpress.com  Twitter: @workingwords50

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/ˌrezəˈrekSH(ə)n/

the action or fact of resurrecting or being resurrected

raising from the dead

restoration to life

rising from the dead

return from the dead