Addition by Kara Synhorst

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Addition

In the whole forest, you were just
a fat rabbit caught in a fallen, hollow log. 
You were just a bee in the 
flower of a trumpet vine.
You were just things inside of 
other things. 

I rose up into the sky, 
cold like the outer atmosphere, 
and the anaesthesiologist 
with his surgical beard net
like a cloud said
Tell me what we are doing.
and I said You are removing my 
right fallopian tube
and he was satisfied but I wasn't
so I added and the embryo 
inside.

Kara Synhorst lives in Sacramento with her wife and two kids as head weirdo in a house full of weirdos. She is a procrastinating poet and musician, as well as a high school teacher of English and Theory of Knowledge. Her poems have appeared in Poetry Now, Sacramento News and Review, Found Poetry Review, Ophidian, Convergence-journal, and others. 

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