Dale Harris is a survivor of breast cancer. This
year, she was asked to participate in an Exhibit at the Governor's Gallery - an outreach
facility of the Museum of Fine Arts, Museum of New Mexico, a Division of the Office of
The invited artists were asked to create a piece of artwork for the exhibit to provoke
awareness of Breast Cancer. Dale Harris' piece pictured below and poem to follow are
currently on exhibit at the Governor's Gallery in Santa Fe, New Mexico through July 14,
My breast is a cup passed by the high priests.
Something is wrong, something unhealthy,
Even unholy there.
They skry with their machines, palpate and probe,
Speak in voices low with concern,
Ask formal questions of me, about my diet,
My family history, and when did I first notice
The change and was there any pain.
I want to laugh but don't, I show respect.
What woman is without pain?
Whose body has no hurt?
I appreciate them, busy priests and priestesses,
Of Gynecology, Radiology, Surgery, Pathology.
With my consent, their students come into the room,
Eager to learn. I remember being one of them.
I think but I do not say that this breast is tired.
So many children and lovers were there,
Come for passion and for milk,
And this breast more than the other
So tired and ashamed of pleasure.
I wonder but I do not ask
What kind of blouse to wear
The day that I return for them
To cut the breast away.