Giving Birth
Giving birth
in a sterile room
machines
green gowns medical masks and gloves
float around me
medication squirts into my spine
my legs are no longer conscious
but I am
Waiting
as if from someone else's body
he is pulled from my abdomen
Tugging against his resistance
they retrieve him
he does not want to leave me
not knowing that I am his destination
his CRY
loud
primitive
angry
Not yet human
fills the sterile room
when they bring him to me
swaddled
clean
pink
he tries to peer out of swollen eyes
at his destination.
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