Viable

I lost my appetite                 bled
through wool tights		              cut 
my teeth on white
              plastic chairs 		
in the waiting room	        crouched 
beneath             my shame	               deep 
as the hospital sink	        dodged
                ticking clocks 		
& your eyes at the door urging 
patience	            while the nurse empties		
the mess I've made	
               of motherhood