in utero again
this hospital bed.
so: eight left in me
i assume.
dream-me rips out the iv,
and the blood spills forth
the way they open barrels of
wine with a hammer
at sunset
and the vomit the orange of
dying light.
two white blurs
hold my naked legs
catheter in, life
pumped in and out of me for
awhile.
i rock side to side,
stare at the clock,
the night nurse comes in
tells me sweet nothings like
you
can leave at dawn
your
underwear are right there
(you
have a little vomit in your hair)
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