The anatomy of perception (1)

Let us imagine a body full of thinking members.

The uterus knew what I & the doctor did not. It threatened mutiny.

The mind is more than brain, I’d say, the body’s a net of nerves,

which makes the womb a net within a net. Mine wasn’t about to let its catch be killed

when the baby still sat ass-downward & they talked about turning it. Something,

everything said NO. I chose the Caesarian. When they went in, they found me

so deformed, they took pictures. The baby had sat the only way she could fit

& turning her would’ve killed her, ruptured the uterus. Call it instinct, sixth sense.

I opted for mild sedation, & if they’d let me I would’ve watched. I was

that detached. Only the thought of the turning made my insides flip.