the first stirrings deep in
my middle
took my breath away
live person
inside of me
growing
then kicking
you’ve always hated
being hemmed in
one day there was blood
doctor casual
“might be a miscarriage”
as if my world wouldn’t
shatter
my heart cease beating with yours
as if
I hadn’t already
claimed you
named you
planned the party
you continued to grow
past that brief
near-tragedy
you stretched my skin
stretched my vision
scarring me forever with life
you arrived early
interrupting dinner out
gray and bloody
entering strong
demanding and giving
life
pmr
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