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