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When I changed my story,

the room grew big,

like the moon

about to give birth.

I didn’t know what to do

with the space,

so I breathed,

and breathed again.

Relieved,

the babies dropped one by one.

At the risk of sounding old-fashioned,

we frolicked,

and made no apology for the noise.

 

 

 

Kathy O’Fallon‘s poetry and fiction have appeared in over two dozen literary journals, magazines, and anthologies. She is a clinical psychologist and lives with her dog, Happy.

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