A pantoum for the Slam, about being scarred by my caesarean section after a 3-day labor. |
| Where once you cut a slice across my core Magician-like, to wow the waiting crowd This scar betrays my motherhood, and more: My three-day show of labor, long and loud. Magician-like, to wow the waiting crowd You pull an infant rabbit from my hat My three-day show of labor, long and loud You wave a wand, it’s over - just like that. You pull an infant rabbit from my hat With masked and muffled motions, sleights of hand; You wave a wand, it’s over - just like that. I comprehend but do not understand. With masked and muffled motions, sleights of hand; The scar betrays my motherhood, and more: I comprehend but do not understand Where once you cut a slice across my core. |