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STILLBORN MUSEUM Arlene Ang
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1 The shoes are the first to go. of things that went wrong of their own. The jars are labeled it took the womb
2 This here is sucking its thumb. floats the apostrophe of a dog. passes through these walls. cracks on the glass keep the window the function of the living to act
3 Fetuses repeat themselves These glass cabinets are murals with drowned concubine hearts. an experience like putting one’s face Outside, there’s a woman
4 The eye grows the foreign matter The room shrinks into blood climbing the body is preparing itself to leave. the wrists spiral outward.
__ Back in high school, we had to walk through this corridor lined with glass cabinets filled with specimen jars to get to the science lab. Since the fetuses were donated to the school, it made me wonder if they came from alumnae. I don't think this was the case, but decades later I dreamed about being a dead alumna haunting this corridor in order to commune with her unborn children. |