Demonstration
On that visit
to you dying
I was bleeding
one last time
before it stopped, a last egg
so that you
who wanted me fleshless
childless
would sniff out my woman’s smell
who wanted me
to stay anorexic
making it
plain
that I could, had, might even
still have children.
Sally Michaelson is a conference interpreter in Brussels and mum to a son and daughter. She writes poetry in her spare time and has been published in Lighthouse and Amethyst Review.