Robin, I can see this as a prologue to the journal. It's such a powerful poem - certainly a part of the story you're telling in the journal - but also a very powerful piece of art in its own right. I love that the "old cream-colored pearls, its metal clasp the shape of a heart" are in that deep blood-filled space with your breast - not lost, but placed safely away, and made harmless.
thanks shy. i am working consistently to finish it and then clean it up and maybe sell it to a small publishing house. i have appreciated yr enthusiasm and love throughout this summer of hell. thank you.