Friday, February 10, 2012

In Recovery

Life(less) Seen

sitting among baby-bellied women
we wait for the sound-image projected

they dream in pinks and blues

but one catches my frown
downing the crowd

she hands me two chocolates
and walks away

the only thing fetal is my position
the only thing grown is a 5 cm sack

barring freedom
and sun

the nurse says she's big enough to name
I give a caged smile

three cuts and she'll be gone
two weeks and I'll heal

my roses are dying
dropping petal on wood

I have her picture
left unseen