[Paraphrasing this part: she asks me what the baby looks like. Again I guage and sometimes lie a little]
“But when I look in the basin, among the curdlike blood clots, I see and elfin thorax, attentuated, its pencilline ribs all in parallel rows with tiny knobs of spine rounding upwards. A translucent arm and hand swim beside.”
— Sallie Tisdale
An abortion worker with the mind of a poet, Atlantic Magazine, roughly late 1980s