by Ed Higgins
after several beers this woman told me once
(when I was maybe 15)
while we were waist deep
in cold Pacific tidewater
having a baby was
(well) like shitting a football
whoa (I said), noooooo shit!!
amazed, as I slid my pry bar carefully
under an abalone foot
as close to the encrusted rock as
possible, so as not to injure
the vulnerable creature which
has no blood clotting capabilities
which experiences no surprise
lifting it slowly to pop loose.
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An older woman (50ish at the time) family friend when I was an early teen would take me abalone fishing. In the course of casual conversation once I asked her the question in the poem & received her startling gender-specific reply. The poem‘s been recently published: