SEX ED

My lab partner Liz got pregnant her first time

the first of us to go all the way.

 

She left during Lent

after we dissected the frogs and the fetal pig—

 

its blanched flesh slippery in our gloved hands

its dank smell filling the room.

 

We gave her a baby shower

at her mom’s apartment.

 

The baby was big in her arms.

The onesie I’d bought, too small.

 

We left early, pleading homework.

Promised to visit again, soon.

Sex Ed

by Kirsten Pendreigh

Kirsten Pendreigh

Kirsten Pendreigh’s poems appear in places like Arc Poetry, Prairie Fire, subTerrain, CV2, Juniper Poetry, Room Magazine, Sustenance Anthology (Anvil Press) and Another Dysfunctional Cancer Poem Anthology (Mansfield Press). She won the 2019 Pandora’s Collective Poetry Contest. 

You can find her on:

Twitter (@kpiependreigh) and http://www.kirstenpendreigh.com

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