When I saw this I automatically thought of the cells of a breast and breast cancer.

She is a chest barren
An empty landform
Where two mountains should have been
A full figure with a seduction
Underneath her collarbone
Only brick walls could appreciate
a water color painting
On the inside of God’s cheek

She never questioned his artistic vision
Why he made her clay woman
With no intention of making her vase
Only mud
Like some puddle in the rain
Like some lost colors on concrete
A gasoline crayon box
The sky refused to call rainbow
A woman, a chest refused to call mother