Birthing
on the edge of a bed
with feet resting
on a chair,
she lies.
strange faces set
on her writhing pain.
down hotel stairs
two men in white
carry
birth labor
into the light of day glare.
gulping in cold air,
her back arches
knees push open to
the ambulance door
wide as
arms flay into other hands.
calm now
a siren enters her hearing
flying, groaning, moving
into hospitalo smells
past staring eyes,
she crying, calling,
laughing,
rapping,
"the baby ... the baby ...
the baby is coming!"
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