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Poetry

“Jacqueline in the Delivery Room”: A Poem

after Florence WyleFlo was the artist. I managed the bloodand bones, babies slick with afterbirth,sicknesses like ciphers in the gridworkhallways of the teaching hospital. She gave birthon paper and in wood, bronzewhen she could get it. I saw her sketchingskeletons the first day of Anatomy—we were the only girls