They say it’s a shame we didn’t do it
when we should have, that probably you’ll need it
later in life, when it’s more complicated,
more painful and, worse, you’ll remember it.
They say women won’t want you, that you’ll not
forgive us, ever, especially me, and that
the Jews who’ve died for what it means to be cut
will have died in vain because we left you complete.
And I know I can’t not burden you with that.
You have to, have to, resonate with what
your body would have meant to all that hate,
and you will — but sitting here alone tonight,
my amputated life aching anew,
I’m grateful for all that’s merely whole in you.