Sunday, September 18, 2016

Juicy Parts

No-one remembers
the juicy parts.
 Where did my water break?
Was the gush like on TV,
in public on a stalled subway car?
Did I shit during delivery?
How many relatives
watched my cunt's open mouth
scream free a baby?
How can that image
dissolve in time's acid?
Feces on the floor?
Red face
in a hole
stiched fresh in a spare room
while walls remained
clouds, and the needle
was a pal who whispered
"Sleep it off. No
big deal."

--Quinn White 

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