Confession

June 7, 2017

Last night I had a baby in my dream,
its feet were webbed together.

My baby’s legs were shaped
like the bottom of a ripe banana.

Fruit flesh is slimy, slipped
entirely, out of me. As if

it were a mistake or something
unexpected. I am trying

to tell you about heaves,
how suddenly

life drops out of me.
The nerve it takes

to shove it
back in.

Sarah Janczak

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