Everything winds up everywhere, that’s thermodynamics
I am the roof of my mouth And more: meshed complex of various Hardbound moistures whose syncing concert, Fires and contractions, writ sixty-four inches large, Wins bread. How strange. How hinged on organs Clacking along, on thought’s mostly lost Steam, and this is how the barn stays raised?
Most doctors don’t know how to do abortions. Why not?
The fact that most doctors like me—my colleagues in obstetrics and gynecology very much included—don’t know how to perform abortions is one of the greatest scandals of contemporary medicine in the US.