I didn’t want one child. I wanted a thousand. Because though you may try, you can’t kill all of them. My body couldn’t birth a thousand, so I didn’t even bring one here. I let you have them. One by one, and
—from “Under the Knife” by Krista Franklin...

I didn’t want one child. I wanted a thousand. Because though you may try, you can’t kill all of them. My body couldn’t birth a thousand, so I didn’t even bring one here. I let you have them. One by one, and

from “Under the Knife” by Krista Franklin in the July/August 2018 issue of Poetry.

[image: An old film photograph, slightly askew and with an off-white border. The image is dark and a little blurry. A young Black girl is turned away from the camera in profile and the white of her shirt and barrettes are illuminated by a camera flash; she is turned away to kiss a Black baby doll in pink pajamas with white polka dots and frills, held out to the girl by somebody out of frame.]

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