No. 2: The belly

The new-born girl

is so pretty

and so sweet.

And everything is actually normal,

looks completely normal.

If it weren't for the belly.

“The abdomen is soft and flaccid

and appears to lack a muscular wall.

To the right of the abdomen

the colon is seen with clear peristalsis.

To the left

a mass of string-shaped resistances.

No urethral orifice can be found.”

The wrinkled belly

looks like a dried plum.

The swollen belly

looks like an inflated balloon.

But without a string

to hold it in.

But there's no air in the balloon.

Not helium either.

But what is

in the balloon?

A tumor?

The X-ray only shows

- something.

A decision is made.

To refrain from further investigation,

to abstrain any action

at the hospital in Umeå.

This case

is so complicated

that it must be referred

to another hospital.

To a larger hospital.

To a hospital far away.

To the Crown Princess Lovisa's Children's Hospital.

In Stockholm.

The girl

is not flying there

by hot air balloon.

 

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These poems are originally written in Swedish and translated by myself. So if the translation sounds weird - please just laugh, or cry, or just shake your head and move on to the next poem, hoping for a better translation there... Thank you for your patience, and for following my story! By the way - my lyrics sometimes sounds weird in Swedish too...