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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; birth</title>
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		<title>My tiny body (D&amp;E)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 00:26:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Post College]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[abortion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[birth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dilation and extraction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[medical waste]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[miracle_of_life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mother]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ll never be half a football field of nerves, just a cell for a season&#8217;s-&#8221;“in a cell, a miniature galaxyÂ pregnant with possibility, an alien with big black eyes watching for the vacuum,Â of space taking is notÂ my home. I, being of sound mind and not much say, leave my few feeble cells to my mother: my [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ll never be half a football field of nerves,<br />
just a cell for a season&#8217;s-&#8221;“in a cell,<br />
a miniature galaxyÂ pregnant with possibility,<br />
an alien with big black eyes watching<br />
for the vacuum,Â of space taking is notÂ my home.<br />
I, being of sound mind and not much say, leave my few feeble cells to<br />
my mother: my last testament toÂ fight off disease for decades.</p>
<p>Flushed at this funeral, a little red-faced and now wasted:<br />
somatic septic cells in fetal position rowing, thenÂ wading through fecal<br />
mix in matters (too private to halt) with dioxins to incinerate lungsÂ of pets and<br />
pets that are childrenÂ and yes, even, children, butÂ <em>that</em> wouldn&#8217;t be green.<br />
Pieces: umbilical, ambivalent, paraxial, personal, particles,<br />
a gorey inconvenient truth, a choice warming in an all too earthen oven,<br />
too full for responsibility to try &#8216;n muster the strength to alter a sound to see<br />
<em>my tiny body.</em></p>
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		<title>In the case of the life of the mother</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[beautiful]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[birth]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[friendship]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heaven]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[paper_tray]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[promises]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[roe]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[uterus]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I guarantee! or your friendship back&#8221; he promises lay down your problems and back IN my paper tray, I&#8217;ll journal, write now and male them OUT next Wednesday&#8217;s child is full of Roe, love is murder? choosing some aborting hundreds of little verses and I consented to everyone, every time, &#8220;Did it hurt when you [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I guarantee! or your friendship back&#8221;<br />
he promises<br />
lay down your problems and back IN my paper tray,<br />
I&#8217;ll journal, write now<br />
and male them OUT next Wednesday&#8217;s<br />
child is full of Roe, love is murder?<br />
choosing some<br />
aborting hundreds of little verses<br />
and I consented to everyone, every time,<br />
&#8220;Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?&#8221; Trying to pick up<br />
the paper whispers in my ear<br />
that my pen is running up and down the page&#8211;<br />
just like men, no commit,<br />
my uterus expands for another and<br />
halts its periodic ink<br />
for my beautiful child.</p>
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		<title>Your dream girl</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[beauty]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[birth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dream_girl]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[girlfriend]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[model]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[plastic]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[wife]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[shits and pisses and bleeds and winces&#8211; especially during the miracle of life. She is not some smooth plastic object or mechanized road machine. She is a living organism breathing and trying to find her way through life, weak and strong, brimmed with success and tragedy&#8211; the solemn and the sullen, the giggle and the [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>shits and pisses and bleeds and winces&#8211;<br />
especially during the miracle of life.<br />
She is not some smooth plastic object or mechanized road machine.<br />
She is a living organism breathing and trying to find her way through life,<br />
weak and strong, brimmed with success and tragedy&#8211;<br />
the solemn and the sullen, the giggle and the hiccup.<br />
She is fluid and fickle, steadfast and solid&#8211;<br />
awaiting your coming, yet venturing forth without you.</p>
<p>She is your dream girl but never was a dream.</p>
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