almost a son
copper smelling memory
cardinal red.
the nubby texture of
a blue patterned gown
wet thighed recollection
bloody sheeted dream
the feel of
thin edged panic and pain
needlestick memories, white coated
blurs
in the corners of my mind
all that is left
for me. left of my unborn almost a son
Monday, July 11, 2005
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