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
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