Afterbirth.

He clung to me
With the afterbirth
And afterwards
He was removed from my
Out reaching arms
Sobbing like
He fell off his first bike
And had never felt more betrayed.
So I’m furious
Still feeling him like puppet strings-
Though he is not mine to keep-
(And he is not inside of me)
-I weep over
All the should have beens
And what I could have done different
But I couldn’t have done
The things they all wanted me to.

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