I.
Who placed this here, Bible
I nudge aside to reach the button
that brings the nurse who steadies me
on wobbly legs as I shuffle to the toilet,
grasp the handrails, and shit
for the first time since giving birth
(You’re doing fine, I know it hurts)
while my ripped skin burns,
while my stitches strain to keep
my insides in? The nurses glide on soft shoes
and circle fingers deep on my slack belly,
pressing out the jellied black blood clots
so my uterus can shrink back.
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