Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
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Last night, draped<br />
in starched sterile greens,<br />
she clutched at straining bars<br />
under the harsh lights<br />
of an antiseptic cubicle<br />
eerily quiet. It woke<br />
to her small sharp screams.<br />
Her waters broke<br />
as a fuzzy head slid out<br />
with its wet waxy vernix.<br />
Her tears were sounds<br />
scrabbling at the hollow<br />
of my throat, bird wings<br />
brushing against glass panes.<br />
Today we look at each other<br />
across this expanse of clean sheets,<br />
laughter tumbling out of our<br />
quick wrists: splayed fingers,<br />
open palms. Her fingers<br />
touch her heart, circle the air.<br />
I hear the burst of wings.<br />
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