Shrinking the Uterus
Nothing screams love more than food, and Song flawlessly executes the poem’s richness through her sound and imagery.
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The Pineapple Fields
“The day we left the pineapple fields /Mother cried.”
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“The Day Has Come When My Mother,” by Cathy Song
The day has come when my mother
no longer knows me.
It comes on a day of dying
paperwhites, crumpled
like words torn from a typewriter.
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“Vasectomy,” by Cathy Song
She thinks of the lost possibilities,
the one that remains hidden in the grass
unnamed by yearned for —
the idea of a bright one,
stranded,
star-gazer, poet, mathematician.
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“Shrinking the Uterus,” by Cathy Song
Pig’s feet helps shrink the uterus,
which after birth is a flabby bag of muscle.
Pig’s feet helps get rid of the old blood.
So I am told.
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