Self-portrait as laboratory report

The link appears early morning
in her email inbox: Welcome

to the patient portal. The test
result report has only three words—

Finding: [ __ ] mass. Outside, crepe
myrtles weigh down the branches.

Their ends, untrimmed, could brush
the heads of passersby on the sidewalk.

After rain, the streets look like studies
in pointillism. As in: what is the point

to all this loosened beauty, the crumpled
asterisks illuminating asphalt? Contrast

and elaboration. A chain of incidents
interrupted by digressions. Somewhere,

a reader worked to decode the possible meanings
trapped by light in a frame, on film, under glass.
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