Pregnant Woman with Fainting Spell
Three months in,
six months to go,
so time to get
a belly sonogram
to check the baby out.
When told about not one
but three or maybe even four
she passed out on the floor
and so they ordered
pictures of her heart.
Nothing wrong.
Open atrium
to whatever will come in.
She'll learn to cope,
no time for syncope.
Star quarterback with heart murmur
The doc ran through the backs
and ends and monsters on the line
without a hitch.
The boy he made
to stand,
then squat,
then lie again,
cold disk of stethoscope
pressed against his chest
to listen, listen
to the whishing sound
and now the boy
is terrified
not about his heart
as he should be
but that he'll never
throw a pass again.
Correct position after sex
Little boy blue—
shirt, blanket, skin—
when he was born.
Half his blood
coursed through the hole
that did not close
six months after
egg and sperm
first met.
I scan his echo,
see shadow of the fix
sewn in by doctor-seamstress.
Stitches sure, sturdy cloth,
no leak for twenty years.
Would he have needed
knife and needle
had mom not turned in bed
that blissful night,
beneath the patchwork quilt,
instead of staying prone?