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Hazel Smith’s extensive biography is found here.
It's rather late for a change.
But Jane’s too old to have a baby.
It's either this or condoms.
They say the cervix feels like the end of your nose
which is rubbish.
There is a map of the world in there
but it's difficult to navigate
without a compass.
The doctor at the clinic
smoothly clad in flowered pants
had a cracking good sense of humour
which no doubt comes in handy
if you spend all day
pushing flying saucers up chimneys
amidst flab and foolish questions.
"It can't get lost," she said
drawing a diagram
and intoning lists of sweet statistics
while Jane saw herself padding heavily round
the corridors at work
in tent-like maternity dresses.
And even now she wonders about
the free spirits the instructions talk about
the tadpoles looking for prey
that swim without rancour or pity
around that loosely fitting rubber rim.