Voicemail Poems

I was on my back that morning standing still & running half-turned, fetal & spread eagle & curled up along the edge of the hospital bed and the doctor says “It’s time,” & I already know because it has always been time, time to push & she is explaining to me how to push, how to undulate you from my body & as she explains I bring my chin to my chest even though my chin was already there & had never been there & never would be just like you were already there & had never been & never would not be there because I already knew & know how to push & so I push & was pushing because I’d always been pushing & you appeared blue and be-limbed because I push you there right there, little boy, into the world & onto my abdomen right where you’d forever never been before and after amen. ————————————– Laura Davis called us from San Francisco, CA. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems http://voicemailpoems.org/guidelines http://facebook.com/voicemailpoems http://twitter.com/voicemailpoems http://