Archive of a Breast Cancer Survivor
12.23.04
Quantum Mechanics
“X” marked the spot where the devil lived. The breast surgeon signed
in purple
ink the absolute truth. How else would the elegant universe spin in delight
with gravity, quantum fluctuations and strings of vibrational filaments if
this were not the case? Black holes are lovely things: they suck dark matter
into the smallest
compressed spot of light so it will not be alone. The surgeon knew this. That
is
why he followed my dark spot—to the bitter core. To save my life. So
I would
not be alone in a compressed memory that only I could finger sweetly, stirred
well, like a good cup of cocoa.