An Anthology of Poetry and Medicine


by Meagan Grant

Three years ago
a butterfly entered
my body.
Her name, Mirena—
of the sea—
not just an IUD.
Placed precisely in my cervix,
fluttering through a plush landscape,
Mirena’s proboscis extends,
attaches to the thickened wall—
feasting on fertility—
ingesting both life and death. 


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