Readings:
A reading at the Cornelia Street Cafe, NYC, on April 15, 2012, in celebration of The Mom Egg's 10th anniversary issue, The Body (volume 10, 2012).
Copyright © 2012 by Felice Aull. All rights reserved. Included in The Music Behind Me (Alabaster Leaves Publishing, 2012 |
Daughter in Her Eighth Month
Approaching the predicted midpoint of her life she is now profoundly pregnant. It is her first, and no technology was needed, only the hormones released by love and a watchful womb. Grandmotherhood approaches, a state I did not crave, just as I did not crave to be a mother until she thumped her way into my world, as now her fetal girl-- that floating fingered shadow the ultrasound detects, detecting lack which means she'll have a daughter too-- is pummeling her. That's how our babes enlist us. I feel the tiny fingers pull me into, through, blood on blood, we three are sliding, slipping toward the edge of separation. |
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