Margaret Sanger did the first one, I was awake and felt terribly sorry
for myself, then when I didn’t learn my lesson for I was dumb and hazy
about how babies were made and girl, I needed love, I set up the second one
with the breezy efficiency of Mr. Drysdale’s secretary on The Beverly Hillbillies,
I’m going to do it right this time, I actually said that out loud, and borrowed
some dough so I could be knocked out cold and wouldn’t have to feel anything,
the medical staff was young and encouraging with good teeth like members
of a college vocal jazz ensemble with an optimistic setlist, and they gave us
cookies when the anesthesia wore off, those crisp little butter cookies
with a hole in the middle, my eyes were like a cat’s, they were actually as round
as dimes but I created the illusion of a cat with liquid eyeliner, I once stabbed
myself in the eye with the wand, what an awful mother I would have been, girl,
I was so loused up I didn’t even grasp how lucky they were, those fairytale
urchins who could scrape themselves free of me and not end up in jail.
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