Woman as Womb

Emmalee Hagarman

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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