Who knew I'd feel this desperate
To hold on to the bleeding?
To realize I can trade in maxi for mini,
And I insist on the industrial-size.
A few more drops of liquid life,
And you're gone, little one,
Gone,
Along with all that housed you.
My uterus is an empty rented house,
Scrubbed clean,
Waiting for the next inhabitant.
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"Swim free from me / from this pool out into the / wild, wide ocean." These collected works span twenty years of Amanda Caldwell's poetry, from the tasks of school to the allures of nature, from the joy of married love to the grief of loss, from the first steps of parenthood to the rocky journey of faith. Arranged by season, the poems bring the reader full circle through a representative year of blessings, challenges, and transitions.
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