| Tyurina Allen |
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| Hospital Bed The bottom o of my breast Slid across this metallic table A man in uniform Came in an insulin grin Green dollhouse Full of white-faced mothers Blue hospital tube babies The scientists are everywhere I say Scratching the bald headed nurses They laugh Opening their white aprons to me like vaults I see their full eclipse of womb Like wide mouths, I have sewn them shut I have fed them all day I have fed them my Siamese breasts Some fire caught the threads of my skirt My water broke open from the feet of God My transparency gave them shelter I convulsed, I retained fluid, I then rained in The walking feet The exposed precipice Holy sister On your elastic karma I do drip your dilation |
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