Elizebeth Turnquist

Born a blue baby

Struggling for breath
Flemmy even then
Used to wail to be fed
Mom’d serve me
Choke on my snot
Throw up what I ate
Mom cleaned me up
And I’m wailing again
Babies don’t choose
Breath or hunger.

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