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Eric Cline


by Eric Cline

i carried this poem
inside myself
for eight months ‘til

he grew
impatient, unsatisfied
within the confines

of my nonexistent
womb. i birthed him
prematurely, not

sure what the world
held for my
boy, but still he

weighed oh so
much, almost as
if his naked head

contained more of
myself than the body
from which he came.

Eric Cline is a poet currently residing in Dumfries, Virginia. He is a staff writer/reviewer for Yellow Chair Review, and his poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Commonline Journal, Rat’s Ass Review, Crab Fat Magazine, and elsewhere.