Electro-Gynecology
Letitia Cain
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I have the disease of the womb
that does not produce

like I swallowed a stone 
or my fist

This doctor he can cure
me with electro-gynecology

zinc copper mercury
electric fingers 

deep inside
to make right 

what God has not
The nurse next to his side

holds my hand
flittering of machines

in the background
I have breathed ether 

eyes still as thumbprints
I will let this man fill me

with electricity
that hard part 
​
soften like butter 
​the stone

About the Author:
Letitia Cain is a MFA candidate in poetry at Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her work has been published most recently in Mare Nostrum.

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