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Sep 2013
My mothers painful womb,
cut out and tossed away.
My first home
tossed away with
the surgical waste.
Thrown away
with appendixes
limbs
spleens
the fat from a trophy wife.
My first home.
I don't expect a poem about my mothers hysterectomy to interest anyone.
Written by
Vera Van Zandt
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