It was like the universal scene
for miscarriage
in the language of film
when I woke up in a pool of blood.
The doctor said the trouble
was with my placenta.
—“But right now, the baby’s dancing”
Right now, the baby’s dancing.
Copyright © 2021 by J. Hope Stein. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 6, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.