“Home Birth“: a new poem by Carolyn Jess-Cooke
They said she was stuck as though she was a nine-pound human fork pronged in the dishwasher, an umbrella that wouldn’t fold to size. I pushed…
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They said she was stuck as though she was a nine-pound human fork pronged in the dishwasher, an umbrella that wouldn’t fold to size. I pushed…
By Carolyn Jess-Cooke