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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; uterus</title>
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		<title>In the case of the life of the mother</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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				<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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