PregnantA Poem by Sara Henry HeistandThoughts, feelings, scared shitless maybe?Pregnant the word’s a jellied chloroform wrapped in the belly of an enigma tasting like beach-dried candy sweet sour sweet salty unbearable but you grasp yourself to smile rigidly when someone looks away. and you eat it with that s**t eating grin. it’s a good mother’s curse.
© 2008 Sara Henry HeistandAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 15, 2008 AuthorSara Henry HeistandMadison, WIAboutIt's been a while since I've written (over half a year?) and it's time for me to start up again. My life's back on the right track and now I have the time and the emotional capacity. So on with it. .. more..Writing
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