Uterus Blues - Poem by gina prettybrowneyes
Today begins with a small moan and a sigh
Of pain; head full of white noise,
I slide out of bed.
Every bone feels heavy,
As if dunked in molasses
My stomach spinning like
A trapeze artist at a circus.
I shuffle into the bathroom
Squinting at the bright white light reflecting off
Of the rows of toothpaste-smeared sinks and mirrors.
Searching through my mind for where I could
Have picked up the virus (dinner last night?)
I come upon a least favorite conclusion:
My cold has not been sandwiched by swine flu
And another flu- I have been deceived!
Duped! Deluded! Taken by surprise
By my ovaries and my uterus
Who have decided to unleash my
Unused egg on Monday.
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