| By Celeste Doaks,
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Published in : , Poetry |
it is something i've never had - a contraction – the type caused from a baby's head exploding into an arrogant world just the other day my co-worker spent damn near a half-hour babbling about her first and second pregnancies how the contractions came in rhythms slow slow then fast beating the life drum between her legs she reminisced about how at first she had something that sounded like one of my ex-boyfriends ‘a Braxton Hicks' ‘a false labor' in layman's terms i'm confused but nod anyways she talks about the uterus clenching and releasing like Morse code a dot dot dash that symbolizes birth is beginning it's funny that the only contraction i know about is the linguistic kind the type that is "improper" to use in business letters my contraction involves two individual and independent words merging together to form a new word for example I am – I'm He is - He's They are – They're a collapse an origami fold into greatness you know, the same way two people enter each other like the dusk leaning into night and nine months later produce – a contraction
Celeste Doaks is a Hoosier by birthright, but called Brooklyn her home for over 10 years. Currently, this poet and journalist is pursuing her MFA at North Carolina State University and misses midnight sirens, house music, and cheap corner-store Chinese food. The only other thing she loves more passionately than poetry are her two 10-year-old nephews.
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