Tuesday, January 18, 2011



Even our blood was incompatible
Two babies bleeding away
One after the other
The first while we stood in the Rite Aid
Buying pain meds under the fluorescent lights
While you startled at the image of Halle Berry on the cover of a magazine
Brown and breasts and tiny nosed
And without a dead fetus inside of her
The opposite of me

But we persevered mechanically
eyes closed at 5 each morning
and two children arrived
With the help of the tiny pink baby aspirin
And sheer will
The same souls coming back in different bodies I was sure
and stronger than blood


  1. this is such beauty. i am finding your 30 poems in 30 days deeply inspiring and have begun to do my own. thank you!
    lucy P

  2. This one felt like a punch. It reminds me of my aunt, she contracted hepatitis C from a blood transfusion because she's Rh- and incompatible with her FOUR children.