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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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