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sisterlegionnaire
Poems
Sep 2013
C
Blood pours into the toilet
and my heart lurches
up out of my throat
down into the shallow pool of
sanguine water.
“Oh no…”
Is all I can manage.
I lay still all day
I talk to you
All day.
I stroke my lower belly
with a finger
and tell you
how much you’re wanted.
“Just stay. Stick. Stay. Come home to us.”
No more blood.
Just tears.
I can’t stop choking
on grief
for something that has not yet happened.
33 weeks later,
you are born
slick,
and small,
alive,
and
real.
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