Lunar sequence

 Lunar sequence
tight thighs in zipped up jeans,
no room for broken membranes,
spaces between lines
of sutured sheets
in clinic files, security doors
you take her hand
to that hospital room for birthing,
dark alley, windy tent
pungent placental blood
of moss and menses
measure pulse beats,
false contractions, bars
in lunar sequence

This poem was originally published in The Prairie Journal, issue number 69, 2018