Laura Gregory
Labor
It occurs to me after fifty-four hours
when I’m kneeling on a flimsy hospital pillow
with my cheek pressed into a vinyl chair
that the two midwives sit side-by-side
on the edge of the empty soaking tub chatting
about their dogs with their ankles crossed
because they don’t see anyone
when I’m kneeling on a flimsy hospital pillow
with my cheek pressed into a vinyl chair
that the two midwives sit side-by-side
on the edge of the empty soaking tub chatting
about their dogs with their ankles crossed
because they don’t see anyone
in need of help.
Laura Gregory is pretty sure she’s not highbrow enough to write poetry, but she does it anyway.