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      May 6, 2016Prayer on National Childfree DayAbby E. Murray

      Blessed are the miscarriages,
      the midnight cramps
      and ultrasound jelly,
      the long tongue of photographs
      that betrays my empty pocket.
      Blessed are the minus signs
      and skipped cycles and scarring,
      the injections drawn up at dawn
      by faithful partners
      then needled into the thigh.
      Blessed be the benders,
      the cigarettes and sushi,
      the labradoodles and collies
      with a bed in every room.
      Blessed are the scholars,
      the babysitters and aunts,
      for you shall bring us
      the pregnant woman’s confession:
      her passion for pineapple
      and your own wasted time,
      her blue hour longer than yours,
      her well of love dug deeper.
      Blessed are the poems
      you scratch into the ground,
      the nights drained of sleep
      and washed with worry.
      Happy national day of choice,
      day of desire, day of emptiness,
      happy national day of solitude.
      Happy day of nobody’s business,
      happy day of the naked night.
      I’ve made a cake for you
      nine layers high, come,
      bring a fork, bring a plate.

      from #51 - Spring 2016

      Abby E. Murray

      “As a military spouse who writes to cope with war and the army lifestyle, it seems impossible not to be a feminist poet. When my daughter was born, I read A Room of One’s Own to her, aloud, before any other book, because it is the closest we will get to a room of our own. If that doesn’t make me a feminist I don’t know what the hell does.”