“Mostly, we talk about how cold it is Laugh at the absurdity that a place like this Doesn’t have change for cash payments How to wait until the last possible minute To put your gown on Who drove us If they yelled back at the protestors, too How far along we are, where we were When we found out What we had for dinner last night and If we’ve been here before or Have any kids or why we Shouldn’t, can’t, have them It isn’t until the door opens and Someone comes to take another one of us back That she turns around, says something other Than what she wants to eat once this is over “I guess we’ll have to ask for forgiveness” And it startles me back to where we are A room full of women Together in our aloneness, choosing Something else The door closes, returns us to our wait For another name to be called For relief I want to ask her where the forgiveness comes from Why she thinks it hasn’t already been given” 💛 #ShoutYourAbortion