Fetus

Fetus

Fetus

A Poem by Robert Beveridge

Curled in this slight

ball you feel protected

from the world

 

you can whitewash details

you find irrelevant

 

what does it matter

if your girlfriend cheats on you

sleeps with a friend

he doesn't exist

what does it matter

if you lost your last job

and the money's running out

someone will support you

what does it matter

 

every fetus

has two choices

but dead or alive

it'll come out

it always comes out

 

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