Conceive by Gabriella M. Belfigilo


Here again—in a room waiting.
I’ve become a pin
cushion—prick here,
prick there.  Take
fluid out, squirt fluid in.
            Circles the size
            of needle points
            tattoo my skin.
The bruised hollow of my elbows
look like sin.
          The other women waiting
          spin their eyes
          from my gaze—
          fix a poker bluff.
We all want the same
thing, or we wouldn’t be here,
perpetually waiting.
Fewer than a third will
win.  We lay our money down,
           All In.

Gabriella’s work has appeared most recently in The Pinyon Review.  She is the second-place winner of the 2014 Yeats Poetry Contest.  Gabriella has also had writing published in the award-winning anthology Poetic Voices Without Borders, The Potomac Review, The Dream Catcher’s Song, Avanti Popolo, Folio, The Centrifugal Eye, and Lambda Literary Review, among other places. She works as an artist and teacher in New York City.