C-Section by Alexa Doran

11/13/2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

C-Section

 

Sometimes when the room is made of oak 

                                

                   and I am made of flesh

 

the room and I mix like air and incense : our fusion a funnel of smoke

 

That’s how you left my body, Buggy

 

Cloud ladled out of me.

                  All the other babies

 

puddling between their mothers’ thighs

     

while you rose like any rainbow

 

                  a fountain of every light / but your own

 

 Unfettered flume!

 

the sky spread into a cape around you

 

 

*It was better not to touch you 

*It was better that the room was white and used

*That the surgeon whispered trippy as he felt the willow weight of you

 

Like all those plump bastards, young and hanging

 

                        from Michelangelo’s roof

 

you were cherub chiseled in the ceiling

 

and I was artist-peasant-falling 

beneath you

 

Son to say I was afraid

                        

of the star cough covered in blood/of the birth of my son/of giving gravity its due

 

to say that I cannot huff and puff

                        enough to keep you afloat

  

is a version of the truth                 that never reaches you     like blades

                                               that rotate on a fan

                           

                                           all you hear is my breath below choo choo    choo choo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alexa Doran is a mother, a lyrical gangster, and a PhD student at FSU. She has recently been featured or is forthcoming in CALYX, The Pinch, Gertrude Press, The Dr. T.J. Eckleburg Review, Juked, Connotation Press, and Posit literary magazines. One of her poems about Dada artist Emmy Hennings recently won first place in the Sidney Lanier Poetry competition.

 

 

 

 

 

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