Another Pregnancy Poem

4 Nov

This time from The Collagist, a really beautiful poem by Hilary Varner. I don’t want kids, but I’m wholly and unabashedly fascinated by women’s ability to build bones inside themselves, the contents of a body.

I can only picture it fluttering
translucent, webbed hands

like a miniscule conductor
in a snowflaked sea,

orchestrating its bald parts
and my nausea

in time with the world
I cannot even get dressed in:

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2 Responses to “Another Pregnancy Poem”

  1. thenerdynegress November 4, 2010 at 6:15 pm #

    That stuff makes me think of babies less like parasites and more like people-sites.

    • ce. November 4, 2010 at 6:16 pm #

      I was trying to think of a good “websites” pun, but.. nope.

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