Woman as Womb
If it happened a year
from now, that waking numb
-drunk, exactly
the same, but. No bus ride
to get a pill. Instead a bus ride
to find him. How
everyone would stare as
I held my stomach. When
I was little I said belly
not stomach, thought it was
one big thing, breast
to waist. I know
he would never sleep
in my bed. He likes
his own, how
his arms and legs spread.
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