Nov 25, 2022
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Gasp of Life
A poem about my birth
I don’t remember the first time
I heard it because I’ve heard it
so many times,
the story of the baby born dead.
Umbilical cord tight around his neck,
everything about him scrawny and purple. Not
breathing. Heart
as quiet as an orphaned shadow.
The mother wailing.
The father frozen.
The doctor failing to resuscitate.
