updated March 13, 2001
Venus Is Broken
Just Like That
Object of Desire
Reconstructed It is a mound of muscle and fat, mine, transplanted, tunneled up beneath the skin and the wound is closed. Recovery is long. There is little that pushes through the pain at first. No spasm fierce enough, no scream louder than the memories marred into my brain. The new breast is warm, blood filled, alive- old flesh with a new purpose, but only part of the whole. Sutures dissolve and scars fade with time.
All writings are the property Janet Bernichon (c) 1998-2001
Photographs "Venus Is Broken" and "Reconstruction," are self portraits. Drawings "She Still Dreams" and "Mirror, Mirror..." and graphics "Exam," portrait and graphic manipulation by Janet Bernichon
(for Linda McCartney)
One folds over
in the black wind of a certain fate.
the line of ladies cut
from the same song,
attached by the tips of their disease.
Breathe on one.
The shudder moves along the row.