The Abortion

by: Danielle Lea Buchanan

my vaginal walls are non-
heavily rubbed with butter
the bladder a silver blade
gyrates my baby in the bread machine
her legs whip against my wall
her eyes sunny side yolks fold into her dough
yellow blood lights the green button
my womb flops opens you pull baby out
you lick baby a glossy, lumpy ball of skin
slapped & dripping
back & forth before two palms the manufacturer
warns: never add wet ingredients
coconut oil enters the amniotic sac the umbilical
cord glows at 350 degrees
Her skull grows yeast
Takes shape of a baguette’s heel
my womb beeps it’s time
baby cools for 25 minutes on a rack