Art of Trying - November 27, 2010

A clinic raging with antsy nail-biters and magazine-page turners
The posters on wall advertising their services, advertising diseases
Unfortunate for them to crave naturalism
To stop dead in your tracks at the diaper isle, the rosy cheeks taunting
To dry heave your motherhood
They come to the office, anticipating morning sickness and chubby infants
They leave with their kits of pocket hormones
To a home of reason and last resort
They’ll be swimming in urine and sticks and television specials, online articles, success stories
They’ll be drowning in hope
Locked in this room together, waiting for a white-coated saviour
Thinking we are all different
Knowing we are all the same
Fruitless, cold wombs screaming out their utmost fears; you worthless woman
I wonder how these barren women can stand an air so pregnant

-Kortnee Tilson