There was the one lost shortly after being discovered; it was the year a man smashed his SUV into the front of a St. Paul Planned Parenthood office, on the 36th anniversary of Roe vs. Wade. Not there, but in Virginia later that spring, she found herself waiting to be examined. The doctor remarked on how all the women that morning seemed "of a certain age,"in that time when the body starts playing tricks on you. She was sent home to wait another week; too early. Then that weekend, in the shower, a dark red memento slipped with hardly a spasm from between her thighs onto wet tile. Perhaps her body was no longer a structure with strong beams or working viaducts. Perhaps a wound is better left alone. Perhaps another body orbiting in space blinked faintly before deciding to go its own inscrutable way.
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