Sonja Broderick - Infertility & Cancer Clinic

Sonja Broderick - Infertility & Cancer Clinic

Hip-softening Caribbean sounds br bangle out from the Real door, br locked as it is, should uninvited guests br barge in to legs cocked high with anxiety - br ”you’ll get it this time, won’t you? ” br br The tiny waiting room heaves br with heavy breathing, expectant seething br of women who want too much, br and one little girl waits for her mother br The music inside will relax a recipient br of some very bad news. br br They diagnose life and death here. br Surely they could separate those br about to give life br from those who won’t live for much longer. br br In the Pain Rooms it rains br in every molecule of air, br but there are happy moments there, br the one-in-a-thousand who leaves br with an invigorated womb br not a withered tomb, festered with endings. br br Why do they play children’s television br in the waiting room of an infertility clinic? br Lactation leaflets sting an empty breast. br Someday I will return with my belly full of seed, br have this place cease to be br for me and my barren prairie.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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