Crab Orchard Review Vol. 12, No. 2, our
Crab Orchard Review Vol. 12, No. 2, our Crab Orchard Review Vol. 12, No. 2, our
Adrienne Su In Labor Those who’ve been there understand the choice of preposition: not at or on, not through or under. Labor’s a stanza, room into which no one follows entirely. A good midwife gets to the doorjamb; exceptional nurses hang behind her, calmly assessing your voice. The father, however sensitive or kind, turns instantly inept, a gesturing fool locked out forever. Looking back from the side of the cliff, you wonder how you ever trusted this mortal whose cheerful ovations are rife with presumptuous ignorance. How would he be able to tell if you were doing great? Pain, like Charon, rows you across into hell; as labor’s language translates into curses in your own, you take all names in vain, then engage with the only person here who’s having as tough a time as you, the one who wants to exit the stanza. Labor’s the hardest-working working vacation, last unequivocal getaway in a long line of days. Once upon a time you could be bought with nifty sayings 188 ◆ Crab Orchard Review
Adrienne Su like mind over matter or love conquers all—but love turns out sometimes to be helpless, and mind to be made out of matter. Crab Orchard Review ◆ 189
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Adrienne Su<br />
In Labor<br />
Those who’ve been there understand<br />
the choice of preposition: not at or on,<br />
not through or under. Labor’s a stanza,<br />
room into which no one follows entirely.<br />
A good midwife gets to the doorjamb;<br />
exceptional nurses hang behind her, calmly<br />
assessing y<strong>our</strong> voice. The father, however<br />
sensitive or kind, turns instantly inept,<br />
a gesturing fool locked out forever.<br />
Looking back from the side of the cliff,<br />
you wonder how you ever trusted this<br />
mortal whose cheerful ovations are rife<br />
with presumptuous ignorance. How<br />
would he be able to tell if you were<br />
doing great? Pain, like Charon, rows<br />
you across into hell; as labor’s language<br />
translates into curses in y<strong>our</strong> own,<br />
you take all names in vain, then engage<br />
with the only person here who’s having<br />
as tough a time as you, the one who wants<br />
to exit the stanza. Labor’s the hardest-working<br />
working vacation, last unequivocal getaway<br />
in a long line of days. Once upon a time<br />
you could be bought with nifty sayings<br />
188 ◆ <strong>Crab</strong> <strong>Orchard</strong> <strong>Review</strong>