Georgia Scott
Muddied Feet
The pain was great, so great
I didn't care that it rained
and the mud splashed into the wagon
onto my legs.
Whose legs?
I was all belly now
and one dull claw trying to cut me in half.
By the time I reached the hospital
I could barely stand
but they made me wait. So many doors
and they made me wait.
Oh I could tell
they didn't want me in.
The doctor saw my muddied feet and yelled.
The nurse asked if I brought my soap
and when I said "no" left me
with only my hands to cover myself,
hands smelling of horse.
Afterwards, I had no bribes for the nurses,
nothing to make them come.
I wore the red gown they gave to all the mothers.
I stood at the window and looked out
for a husband with apples in his arms.
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