Photo by Amelie & Niklas Ohlrogge on Unsplash
Photo by Amelie & Niklas Ohlrogge on Unsplash


I don’t think about you
unless I am thinking
about you.
You fit into the palm
of my doctor’s hand:
a bird, wings stretched,
on-the-go dental floss,
small missing piece
from a child’s toy.
She shows me
on the 3D model
how you will form
a perfect T in my uterus,
a girl finding
her balance on a beam.

Contributor's Note:

"This poem is inspired by Sharon Olds’ Odes. I finished the book during the 2016 election, participated in the Women’s March, and read that women were flocking to gynecologists—they were afraid of losing reproductive rights. The poem is a reflection about what I value and what I can control."

Author Bio:

"My work has appeared in Quarterly West, Midwest Gothic, and Dressing Room Poetry, among others. I am a recipient of the AWP Intro Journals Award and a finalist for RHINO magazine's Founder's Prize. My poetry collection received third place in the Cathlamet Prize for Poetry with Ravenna Press and was a finalist for the New Issues Poetry Prize with New Issues Poetry and Prose press."