she's curled up
with her arms around her knees
and her whole body's shaking
and she can't explain this grief

she wonders
about what it is she's done
and she thinks isn't it a shame
its not something she can just wish away

and she wonders
about what exactly it is that they've done
and she remembers them say
its all alright dear
we'll strap your legs up here
this wont take long

she knows what she didn't want

she wonders
about what she was too shocked
and too distressed to say
to those outside the clinic clutching
small plastic dolls
with their warnings that its not too late
to be saved

this is not anything like regret
this is an unexplainable sorrow
these are the memories our bodies our living
this is a woman whose body remembers