Spit Birth

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[Mila Chapman, 2016]

Spit Birth

Perched on the rail of the bridge,

she wraps her legs to fold in triangles

over his shoulders. He’s picked her off the edge.

She lifts her T-shirt as he staggers,

swaddles his head inside it, cradles, strokes

the bulging belly.

Faltering blind off the end

of the bridge, he drops to his knees.

The strain is too much. He’s falling

and shoves her off to save himself.

She groans to the ground releasing his head.

Pushing to her knees she looks

back. Her belly is flat.

Bits of broken grass stain her face.

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