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Dislocated by Lorraine Carey



I was pulled out, 
tugged by gloved hands,
a rummage in a handbag,
from layers of belly
under stinging lights.

My hips malformed,
disjointed and mother 
so disappointed with the scalpel 
of intervention, but my father joked 
her annoyance was greater
because she missed the end of the film.

We were in the cinema
when her waters broke,
trickled onto a floor strewn 
with cigarette ends, ticket stubs 
and the wrappers of Walnut Whips.

My pudgy legs splayed
for months while
a soft brace secured stability
for the ball and socket joint,
my movement 
severely curtailed.

I walk perfectly now for an hour 
each day, sleep each night
in a foetal curl as if back in her womb.
Mother says my gait and quick, tiny steps 
remind her of my paternal aunt’s

who ran marathons and never sat still,
a bit like my Grandma Gill
who’d meet herself coming back,
whereas I prefer taking my time 
to get places.

---

Lorraine Carey’s poetry is widely anthologised and published in Ireland, Britain, USA and Australia. Her poems appear in One, Black Nore Review, Atrium, Poetry Ireland Review, Gyroscope Review, Abridged, Constellate, Orbis, Prole, Poetry Birmingham, The Honest Ulsterman, Marble and Epoque Press among others. A Pushcart Prize nominee, she has been placed and shortlisted in several competitions and longlisted in The National Poetry Competition 2019. Her debut collection is From Doll House Windows (Revival Press).

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