May/June 2021 • Vol. XLIII No. 3 PoetryMay 3, 2021 |

Ablation

Whether the best method to staunch heavy bleeding is uterine ablation. Whether pastel-hued dream flowers in a hunter-green dream field. Whether the pills to reduce bleeding taste like nothing, just air. Never, never, never, never, never! bemoans King Lear, beholding a mess of his own making. Dear Reader, do pity him. Whether the lightning strike of the ultrasound wand. O where, O where? Whether the little dog turned away from the center of town, collar frayed. Back into the illuminated room of today, hands braced on the doorway. Whether dilation of the cervix is painful. If you’ve already given birth, maybe not. Whether you gulp and gulp and gulp air before flip-turning against the pool wall. Before I had a D&C to end a miscarriage, I daydreamed about taking up running. Whether I wore a paper gown that inflated with warm air. The absurdity. I don’t even like to run but I suppose I wanted to run away though the pregnancy was nonviable, had become life-threatening, etc., etc. Look

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