Bite-Sized Life

Chop Suey Poems

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She took an old man for $150,000.

Life owed her that money.

God owed her. She gave birth to blood

and children, each time, a clear sack

with the baby floating in it.

The last one stayed 7 months in the womb

before the rhythmic contractions.

She couldn’t flush her baby down the toilet.

It was almost the size of her hand.

Good Christian, she continued

going to Church every Sunday,

watched baptisms, young children

dunked in water. Every month she got together

with a circle of women, knitting shrouds

for miscarriages. They were tiny but

a little human person without a heartbeat:

eyes, mouth with tongue, fingers, and toes.

                                                                        Priscilla Lee