Faith Gómez Clark: After Your Birth

I wandered      the dark hallway          of memory                   trying

to find              the moment                 I stopped wanting        you

girl                  slimy and new             in my                           arms

you                  latched                         onto                             me

needle              tears                             stung                         my eyes

                                                   scissor hands cut us apart.

the pure white walls your father his chair began to bleed into each other pain pressing my head into the belly of my pillow oh no they said time to mother the mother so the room birthed darkness magnesium flowed ice cold through my veins where is he I asked I need to get home to my son he needs me not the girl not the girl no they said no

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