by Joan Dobbie
Photo by jd 2005
I was going crazy. I didn’t mean
to do it, but
I threw my baby out the window.
It was made of glass
& shattered on the walk.
I jumped out after. I was
made of glass, and yet. I did.
Just barely. Survive.
I broke my legs, my arms. My face
was ripped off at the cheek. My heart
was pierced & oozing
through my gut.
This happened only yesterday.
Today I bleed & bleed.
Dear counselor
I come to you in agony of shame
to plead for thread & needle
plaster, glue & surgical tools.
Please help me
gather up
my shattered baby
somehow
piece it back to life.
4/26/07
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