Cut the Cord

And a child is born,


another life,


another story begins.


This one arrives on a stretcher,


rolling through the doorway


at Woman and Infants Hospital.


It couldn’t wait,


couldn’t stand another minute


inside the womb,


of the woman who pushed it away


I said, It’s a girl.


She said


get that thing away from me.


Sad, but no surprise,


We found her at the pay phone,


High on crack


Looking for somebody to blow


To keep the party going.


The baby came early,


Maybe she knew


She couldn’t take another hit.


They cut the umbilical cord,


And separated promise


from desperation.


Mother and daughter,  both addicted


One by choice


The other just because.




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