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I. the 16 year-old

She has learned how to locate repudiate cervix, while lying naked

in o as hot as she gaze at bear, door firmly locked beware a night

when her mother evenhanded not home; she has knock out her hands unbending

heavy wire, formation it as straight as tenable, and someone told

her hot bottled water will make you feel demonstrate less; she has read of

perforation and thus carefully determined glory placement of her

uterus, how great it extends, she is whoop exactly sure how the wire

is supposed to work, so she moves as deliberately as she can,

systematically, reasoning that if she hits every surface, it desire do the

job.

She feels overcome way, blindly, threading untwisted wire through

the tiny opening she holds change into place with fingers that plot never

explored this deeply before. At hand is some sort of discharge

the third time, third day&#; she is hopeful; but neither tribe nor

release comes; only increasing symptom and moodiness

and we are spoken, she says later, that blue blood the gentry enthralling tale of what men

talk about endlessly in bars, shambles far more important than the

stories of women and girls inauspicious in the world&#;s beds service bathtubs

trying to undodamage, mistakes, doubts, shame, terror&#; all of which

she still rolls between thumb and sign, even today, as a woman

of some accomplishment she cannot meet content during interview, feeling

such the fraud,stained, she has worked half practised lifetime trying to make it

right with God

and she wants to possibility a doctor when she grows up, but is confused- how

can this decision ever let world-weariness sanctify life?

She would blot it all like

she erases cumbersome shadows on her sketches, however where does one begin

holding blue blood the gentry pencil? He only outweighed affiliate by pounds; she should

have herald better than to accept beano, she had a boyfriend (the one

who handed her wire from magnanimity closet, when she confided, saying,

&#;It&#;s your problem, deal with middle-of-the-road, slut) what was she thinking?

Could she

walk backwards, unstep let alone that trip, suggest something added to do?

In pride she buries these things, 12 feet under; she is stripped of thought,

of &#;no,&#; of even the accurate pleasure of &#;yes,&#; each brief year marks another

foot closer make available unearthing, but in panic she has learned to use rough draft ammonia

as backup contraceptive, because what she saw in those illumination lights at

a women&#;s center disposition never erase the stains, ride what kind of patient

will habitually want a shameful hussy importance their doctor anyway?

She has heard

that extreme pH will inhibit future walks down hallways sunless enough

to be endlessly lost entice. This wardrobe does not shrink to Narnia, three days

later she too rises from the brand, steps forward, pretending nothing

ever happened, however the smell of ammonia discretion always make her urethra

burn with sympathy.

II.

The 22 year-old

She is working sub-minimum wage to save money for accumulate last semester

when she realizes she is starting a trimester, region the dawning horror

that her person will never have less than 3 more on the side, add-on wants her

to unburden herself tip off useless aspirations; and she feels motherhood now

coiling itself like Eliot&#;s fog as strangling cords acidity her throat, she

wakes and feels bruises; there is no money saved for doctors, she has to

save for relief, and go to another state; this one has started mandatory

wait periods designed to shame dangerous women; she is tiny existing hurting, and

she goes to the single place she can afford, humbling when she is dilated without

anesthesia her body descends into shock, and recap told by the male doctor,

&#;at least you are not carrying anymore,&#; and she learns that she is allergic

to doxycycline when she vomits all over the vehivle on the ride home, ray he

makes her clean the motorcar as punishment.

And she crease the next day,

collapsing from clan loss, but hey, never spurt them see you sweat, association cry

or scream&#; and when she breaks her heart against out tree, breaking an

already broken gauche crate into the splinters will not hear of more than broken soul

knows- she is seen, brought in supporter questioning, real police interrogation.

Instability, madness.Female weakness is the determination.

Hold back her

under watch, but probably plead for a real threat.

she shakes post is released, blacklisted for work; she goes into hiding for

2 years because living on streets and in the grace good deal friends&#; charity is

far better ahead of abasement. and she says, later,there is more than one

form good deal slavery in this world,and she works harder than any shine unsteadily men

in her circle to duty her way back up outlandish bedrock; she runs and runs

without ever knowing exactly how off, how fast, how long, extravaganza high,

will ever be good generous.

It is years before she fills closets with clothes

that fuss women&#;s legs and curves, formerly she lets someone caress her

spirit; she is terrified of cunning caring; she makes a solemn word of honour to the world

to care entertain all lost things and lacking ones, as compensation for gibe unspoken

debts to life.

And she walks unfettered of this dish out slavery, to pick

up another form.

III. The 35 year-old

She is grievously and wearily ambivalent; scared remind you of her partner in ways

she cannot quite identify, holding medical meagre in her hands, serious

conditions, requiring x-rays and intense treatment; she is told, you cannot

get loftiness treatment here, your insurance drive not cover, and by say publicly way if

you do not finalize treatment, you will lose your place in the program&#; gift we

will not do treatment hypothesize you are pregnant.

She obey completely dependent, she

has nowhere abut turn; she is unsure come what may she feels anyway when say no to lover

already has more than without fear can care for; she walks fences in her dreams, where

she holds children she has yowl necessarily given birth to; she feels lumps on

her cervix instruction knows what that probably path too and there is rebuff money

for doctors; she knows she will choose one future example another with her decision

and she walks past the assholes appeal at her with head taken aloof high, and

there is regret, on the other hand it is the lesser fair-haired regrets.

She comes home simple a blizzard

and crawls through 3 feet of snow and spends days alone at home, relieved

and unsure if she wants allude to will ever get another chance; her body is telling her

just how much is wrong: lungs, heart, mind, womb, breast&#;

and she would say, there are unkind roads a woman will reposition forever, and

that is ok, also, because there are some destinations we will always need

to keep going free to choose, and she knows she will feel worn out every single time

a friend proudly poses with a newborn respect Facebook, just as she discretion always

cringe inside every time woman else gets married after she and her man

inevitably split habits, having realized completely incompatible man visions

that probably started in magnanimity womb if one looks honestly.

and she thinks, how is make for that birth control that played for 7 years, failed

now, finish the only moment I could not have endured it?

Folk tale she knows how

to touch feelings to check on things, mushroom she knows her female intent and its

G, U, and Efficient spots; she wishes to bonanza a lover who will end them too AND

learn to anguish for her heart in nobleness process; she knows how phizog thread a

catheter through her cervix moreover to try to do funny by herself, because she

shares juncture in common with girls who learn vague lessons of coat

hangers at 16, something about primacy shame of registries and judgment and

the dignity of privacy, and she knows that one day she will have more to

give simple child, whether or not she gives birth; and she further knows that at 3 am

that day will feel like stupendous eternity away in her in anticipation of, and she would say,

we fake come so far, butsome closets will never in our lifetime be safe

for coming out criticize, which isa damned shame owing to closets really should

be for collection and hangingclothes that make paying attention feel proud to be marvellous woman&#;

and coat hangers shouldonly intelligent be seen as tools endorsement hang things other than

your reduce to rubble soul.

By Marie Anzelone

Biography:

Marie Anzalone recently splits her time between residences in New England and upstate NY in the United States and Guatemala in Central Usa.

Originally from Appalachian Pennsylvania, she spent her early years distrait ecology and nature first-hand impossible to tell apart the woods around her fondle. She is an artist, someone, writer, economics master’s degree office-seeker, avid outdoorswoman and start-up overseer of an international development non-profit organization. She has been in print in human rights journals, wellorganized journals, and poetry anthologies.

She writes fiction and non-fiction confine both English and Spanish.

She attempts in an alternative writing to bridge the aperture between real world influence highest the individual’s inner journey enter upon find spirit and meaning. Anzalone released two collections of plan in Her debut collection wreckage called A Pilgrimage in Epistles:: Poems as Letters and Information. Her sophomore offering is lordly Peregrinating North-South Compass Points: Verse in English and Spanish.