filling yet again. I'd just removed
a child from my womb. Well someone else did it
and it was not a child but some small scar
inside. It meant nothing to me, that
newt,
.
that early fetus, and the procedure meant
nothing except perhaps the end of fear
and queasiness. Today how I resent
the way sadness and loss are souvenirs
we're forced to carry with us. Listen-Happy
is the way I felt, and still I feel,
when I can shovel through the euphemisms
of those who speak for me. More happy. Happy
that forever will that speck, that organism
remain forever small and unfulfilled
.
in contrast to my son who came exactly
ten years after to the day, and to
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