we see
our OBGYN at church
he has a black eye
“our baby is going to be born with cauliflower ears and handfuls of shattered knuckles like me, right doc?”
the hole in his temple radiates into a nebula of pain and blood clot rivulet
If he is not listening he is despairing
the congregation lets…
we are..
in the parking lot he on and on’s about Gate Theory;
on how nerves filter
silent train tracks next to busy homes
and trashing babies mothers never feel
I ignore him while he delineates blocking things out
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