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Thursday, March 22, 2007
nurse's poem
Let go my hand; the purple claw that curls a fist spreads to clasp my shawl with writhing motions of that grub-like arm and wrist. Wear the newborn's caul and tears your mother just now cried and kissed to night, your overall.
I like the sharp, cruel descriptions and the anger, the despair ... it gives me shivers. It reads like a bitter slice of life from the perspective of one who has seen too much death to enjoy the wonder of birth.
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I like the sharp, cruel descriptions and the anger, the despair ... it gives me shivers. It reads like a bitter slice of life from the perspective of one who has seen too much death to enjoy the wonder of birth.
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