Renée M. Sgroi, poet

 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 


© Renée M. Sgroi, 2018


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