a clean anatomy scan


he looks good
and there’s nowhere to celebrate
the edges of my body fray
and a traffic jam forms the length of my whole being,
a being that doesn’t even belong
to me anymore

the burden of doing other people’s jobs
to keep my child alive
packs layers and layers of bricks on my shoulders,
building a house
i did not ask to live in

i got good news today
but there is no relief from worry
there is no place to celebrate

so i go and sit by her grave
and choose to weep instead

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