The diapers that
I’ve got are wearing thin,
the oldest boy has
rickets and the skin
their gram who
won’t come round but half the time.
She’s scared I
might be pregnant with a third.
You yourself can
see how that’s absurd
to let me starve
another. He’ll be unkind,
but it’s easier
than feeling that I’m curst
to bear another
with a hope so small.”
The doctor hardly
looked her way at all
because he had to
ask her husband first.
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