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| We loved big hair in 1985! Christmas, pregnant with Allison, beside my sweet daddy. |
Confinement
I wait,as for my first child,ten days past due,belly overfull,tracing the patterned armof an overstuffed chair,phantom painspredicting birth.
I waitin a vinyl reclinerbeside my father. He jams an elbow in the hospice bed,turns to one side,shoves a bony heel into the sheetto loosen a cramped corner.
He waits, tetheredby time, until the presentdilates and he slips beyond the rim of now, where I waitfor the water to break.
© Doraine Bennett, 2013
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