What the Doctor Said I’ve not met you before but I straight away saw that the trouble with you is - you’re not relaxed and he lifted my arm and let it drop but it was not at all a soft jellyfish fall - a gentle plop –pp! but my elbow struck the mattress with the force of lead my crooked fingers scratched the bed my knuckles knocked the wall instead. Aha! You see I’m right, he said. And with that he left the flat I looked at the chair where he had sat and I looked at the wall and that was all and after a while I sat up in bed and thought about what the doctor said the day my baby was born dead. Diana Brodie |
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