Pink Basin


I watched as the doctor
pulled from her body
the remains
of her unborn child,
watched as it
traveled through the air
clamped tightly
in small, steel forceps,
the distance like a mile
until it reached
my pink, kidney shaped
emesis basin.

I looked up at her
as he tapped the forceps
on the side of the plastic,
and we shared
a piece of soul
at that moment,
she saw in my face
that the hope
of tiny fingers
and tiny toes
lay in my hands,
gently curved.

Aleathia Drehmer