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antiBODY An Anthology of Poetry and MedicineMain MenuForewordIntroductionAt the Teaching Hospitalby Dan KrainesAtrophyby Paul BlomBarnacled to the Boneby Stephen C. MiddletonBiopsyby Julie RosenzweigBlood Truckby Sophie Summertown GrimesChokeby Alyson MillerDead See Scrollby Rich MurphyDeciding Not to Wear Glassesby Donna J. Gelagotis LeeDiscovery: Negative Returnby Tara SkurtuExileby Lane FalconFlushby Stephen MeadFruitBy Tyler ChadwickGrandmother Dead, Then Alive, Then Dead Againby Matthew BakerHysteriaby Donna J. Gelagotis LeeIf Not Absolutionby Matthew BakerLackby Sarah Anderson WoodMirenaby Meagan GrantMittelschmerzby Sarah KerseyMoon Childby Lisa Hitonpecan, rodef, clamby Susan ComninosRefugeesby Walt PetersonShe Cannot Let Him Goby Nancy Smiler LevinsonSome Days Begin Like Thisby Tara SkurtuThe Mechanics of Loveby Victoria GatehouseThere Was Beauty in That Graphby Geralyn Pinto[Untitled]by Nan Darbous Marthaller[Untitled]by Nan Darbous MarthallerContributorsCalvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087
The needle does not feel like a blood draw as it pierces skin, flesh uterine muscle, then your bubble. I hold my breath so you won't move, squeeze Dad's hand for the pain I will still pinpoint years later.
As the tube stirs your liquid trying to sip cells while my womb contracts and a curious little fist grabs for the intruder— your first plaything, you delightful father's son— you flash your big, beautiful, healthy face and the test no longer matters.
Nothing could be wrong with a baby so playful and already aware. They can take the fluid they think they need fill their abundance of caution, but you and me, kid we're going to be okay.
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