
Many of the poems in The Ninety-Third Name of God deal with breast cancer – discovery, mastectomy, recovery, including the one below.
Ash Wednesday
How comforting, the smudge on each forehead:
I’m not to be singled out after all.
From dust you came. To dust you will return.
My mastectomy, a memento mori,
prosthesis smooth as a polished skull.
I like the solidity of this prayer,
the ointment thumbed into my forehead,
my knees pressing hard on the velvet rail.
If God won’t give me His body to clutch,
I’ll grind this soot in my skin instead.
If it can’t hold the flame that burned by breast,
I’ll char my brow; I’ll blacken my pores; I’ll flaunt
with ash this flaw in His creation.
- Poets and Poems: Betsy Mars and “Rue Obscure” - October 22, 2026
- Poets and Poems: Kortney Garrison and “The Fixed Hours” - October 20, 2026
- Matthew Zapruder and “The Story of a Poem” - October 15, 2026

Maureen Doallas says
Thank you for introducing a poet unknown to me.
“this flaw in His creation”: that sticks in the memory.
Manny says
Wonderful poem. Perfect for Ash Wednesday reflection.