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Poem: White Elephants 

After ten weeks of waiting,
you were able to take an ultrasound
that confirmed what we already knew.
You come from a lineage of twins.

It is snowing;

I hold your hand
as you sit on the metallic chair,
waiting for the two identical snowflakes
in your uterus to melt.

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  • A poem by Victoria Prashad.


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