Do Not Lance That Cyst

Don’t lance it everyone I know begins to sing. Don’t! Don’t! Don’t! it’s not good idea!~ I lanced it myself last time, and they know it. They chant the same things as my sister the nurse. Nurse practitioners and doctors Whose names and faces I do not remember Are giving me the lecture Don’t lance it! Don’t chance it! Don’t lance it! It is on my right breast and I am tempted. If the voice comes into my head tonight, Persisting and insisting, will I go ahead and lance it? I don’t think so. This time is different. This time barely touching this cyst brings me a lot of pain. The last time was different Weird it is in the same spot though I take the antibodies they prescribe And tell them about lancing it myself last time. The doctor has me repeat the story. I guess he did not believe me? My sister the nurse says “Did you tell them if they don’t take it out, you will.” We are on facetime. I give her our Daddy’s grin. She laughs and says “you looked just like dad when you smiled.” I pick up the knife and show it to her, just to rile her up.