Alma Novaes & Beth Hart

 

In utero

(stabat mater I)

Between seasons and dates 

the silences and the pauses 

you will serve sentences that 

will be for life, between 

losing and winning; 

That this of living is more than 

Being born on an 

Apgar score of any kind, 

a slap on the ass. 

Screams and within that Apgar 

Anybody, you feel the scalpel 

Cut the cord 

That you'll be bound to forever 

the heart of a woman 

who is a (yours) mother.