Interview with a Fetus
Womb
of woes,
why, plague me?
Shut up! It's you
in this combat zone
alone, and questioning.
It's not even a baby.
How do I bear this transgression?
Ask Alexa. Not real yet, Ma.
But, I'd figure, two weeks before you show.
Copyright © Trina Layne | Year Posted 2025
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