Cyndie Randall
Adhesion
They took one out
The other is strung up
by a dense adhesion
to the posterior of the uterus
Hanging school bell with no ring
On Tuesdays this library holds reading time
for pre-schoolers and their stay-at-homes
There is always a syrup-fingered dreamer
who isn't listening
Threatening the propped up new releases
Lurking too near the romance novels
Leaving behind islands of cracker crumbs
No one ever brings the puppet show station to life
It’s too much imagination and work
for people who’ve been awake since 4 AM
Children ram their hands through the curtain
Knock together the puppets’ marble eyes
Makes me think of my kidneys
so full of stones
Do they float in there
I wonder
What am I even doing at the library
That's right
I'm here to get books for my leave of absence
For my laparoscopic train ride of pain meds
and hallucinated spiders
Pelvic scar tissue looks just like webs
It’s all making sense now
There is nothing that isn’t connected
to something else
And then that thing is connected
to something else
or to someone
Maybe they’ll use birth cord scissors
to cut away the damage
Hey whose fucking kid is this
stumbling around in the adult fiction
Lady come get your kid
If he were mine
I'd never let him out of my sight
Listen to the story I'd say
You’re missing all the important parts
The other is strung up
by a dense adhesion
to the posterior of the uterus
Hanging school bell with no ring
On Tuesdays this library holds reading time
for pre-schoolers and their stay-at-homes
There is always a syrup-fingered dreamer
who isn't listening
Threatening the propped up new releases
Lurking too near the romance novels
Leaving behind islands of cracker crumbs
No one ever brings the puppet show station to life
It’s too much imagination and work
for people who’ve been awake since 4 AM
Children ram their hands through the curtain
Knock together the puppets’ marble eyes
Makes me think of my kidneys
so full of stones
Do they float in there
I wonder
What am I even doing at the library
That's right
I'm here to get books for my leave of absence
For my laparoscopic train ride of pain meds
and hallucinated spiders
Pelvic scar tissue looks just like webs
It’s all making sense now
There is nothing that isn’t connected
to something else
And then that thing is connected
to something else
or to someone
Maybe they’ll use birth cord scissors
to cut away the damage
Hey whose fucking kid is this
stumbling around in the adult fiction
Lady come get your kid
If he were mine
I'd never let him out of my sight
Listen to the story I'd say
You’re missing all the important parts
Biography
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Cyndie Randall holds a BA in Creative Writing/Poetry and an MA in Counseling. Her words have appeared or are forthcoming in Love’s Executive Order, Okay Donkey, Whale Road Review, Boston Accent Lit, Ghost City Review, Yes Poetry, Barren Magazine, and elsewhere. Cyndie works as a therapist and lives among the Great Lakes. Connect with her on Twitter @CyndieRandall or at cyndierandall.com.
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