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At the age of fifteen, Kelle Groom found that alcohol allowed her to connect with people and explore intimacy in ways shed never been able to experience before. She began drinking before class, often blacked out at bars, and fell into destructive relationships. At nineteen, already an out-of-control alcoholic, she was pregnant. Accepting the heartbreaking fact that she was incapable of taking care of her son herself, she gave him up for adoption to her aunt and uncle. They named him Tommy and took him home with them to Massachusetts. When he was nine months old, the boy was diagnosed with leukemiabut Kelles parents, wanting the best for her, kept her mostly in the dark about his health. When Tommy died he was only fourteen months old. Having lost him irretrievably, Kelle went into an accelerating downward spiral of self-destruction. She emerged from this free fall only when her desire to stop drinking connected her with those who helped her to get sober. In stirring, hypnotic prose, I Wore the Ocean in the Shape of a Girl explores the most painful aspects of Kelles addiction and loss with unflinching honesty and bold determination. Urgent and vital, exquisite and raw, her story is as much about maternal love as it is about survival, as much about acceptance as it is about forgiveness. Kelles longing for her son remains twenty-five years after his death. It is an ache intensified, as she lost him twicefirst to adoption and then to cancer. In this inspiring portrait of redemption, Kelle charts the journey that led her to accept her addiction and grief and to learn how to live in the world. Through her familys history and the story of her sons cancer, Kelle traces with clarity and breathtaking grace the forces that shape a life, a death, and a literary voice.

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FREE PRESS
A Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc.
1230 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10020
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Copyright 2011 by Kelle Groom

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in any form whatsoever. For information address Free Press Subsidiary Rights
Department, 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020

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First Free Press hardcover edition June 2011

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DESIGNED BY ERICH HOBBING

The author is grateful to the editors of the following publications in which excerpts
first appeared, sometimes in different forms: AGNI, Bloomsbury Review, Brevity,
Ploughshares, New Madrid, Opium, West Branch, and Witness.

Manufactured in the United States of America

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Groom, Kelle.
I wore the ocean in the shape of a girl: a memoir / Kelle Groom.
p. cm.
Includes bibliographical references.
1. Groom, Kelle. 2. Poets, American21st centuryBiography.
3. GriefBiography. 4. AlcoholismBiography. I. Title.
PS3607.R64Z46 2011
811.6dc22
[B] 2010048931
ISBN 978-1-4516-1668-2
ISBN 978-1-4516-1670-5 (ebook)

for Tom

though the earth tried to hold each one of them upright, saying dont imagine dont imagine there has been another like you

Brenda Hillman,
Small Spaces

Charon

You who pull the oars, who meet the dead,

who leave them at the other bank, and glide

alone across the reedy marsh, please take

my boys hand as he climbs into the dark hull.

Look. The sandals trip him, and you see,

he is afraid to step there barefoot.

Zonas, 1st century BC,
translated by Brooks Haxton

Contents

I Wore the Ocean in the Shape of a Girl

Evidence of Things Unseen

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for,

the evidence of things not seen.

HEBREWS 11:1

Morphine makes me weightless, airborne. Like a spider. I rest in a corner of the high ceiling, look down on my body on the white hospital bed. It is just one shot, one needle through my skin. But even nine months pregnant, my frame is smallthe weight all baby. So the effect of the drug is a flood in my veins. Id like to walk down the street feeling this light. Id like to be a passenger in a dusty car on a dirt road, and see a veil of trees, the clearing inside. Graveyard of cars arranged in a kind of circle. All the engines lifted out, windows dull with dirt. In that clearing I know I could find evidence of things unseen. Me on the bed waiting for my cervix to be effaced. Waiting to open like a door, ten centimeters. Then I can push.

I cant believe you did this twice, I say to my mother after I come down from the ceiling, and a truck stuck in the sand guns it below my belly button. Digs in, stalls, digs. My mother laughs.

You forget, she says. Pulls her chair closer. Were both mothers now. In the circle that the bed makes for us, shes not mad at me for not marrying, not appalled by my sexuality, my basic biology, my lack of restraint. Shes helping me count contractions, her knees a few inches away from me in her beige pantsuit. One of the outfits she wears to teach first grade. At school, the children all sit in a circle around her. Once, her school gave her an award; they took her picture as she leaned against a tree, smiling. Now its 1981. Despite the pain, Im happy to be here with her. Theres an easiness, as if were on a brief vacation together, like friends. Shes younger than I am now, about to hold her first grandchild, about to let me give him away. My mom will never touch him again. Shell blow up the snapshot of my son that my aunt and uncle will mail to us, frame it, place it on the dresser in her bedroom. The enlarging process increasing the light in the photo, so that hes surrounded by glowing circles, like snow is falling on him at night.

My son has his eyes closed now. Hes close to leaving my nineteen-year-old body. Ripples wash over his skin that no one has ever touched, except me. Were still together. My darkness keeps him safe, fed. My body does everything right: carrying, feeding, singing a water song. My heart counted on like a lullaby. In the outside world, my practical skills are limitedI dont know how to keep house or manage money, sometimes I can barely speak. But in my sons world, my body has everything he needs. I belong to him.

Id had an overwhelming need to push for what felt like a long time, but the nurses kept saying it was too early, Dont push. When a nurse looks between my legs, shes surprised. The babys coming, she says. Push. Her tone is controlled but urgent. They need to move fast. The medical people still have to get me into the delivery room. They scoot me onto a rolling bed, push me down the hall into another room. My mother goes to sit with my dad in the waiting room. I dont know who decides Im going to do this alone. Even my own doctor isnt on duty. The hands that lift me are speedy, rushed. My bare feet are put into cold metal stirrups, which feels frightening. As if something is about to happen that I will not be able to stand unless I am restrained. A lamp is floodlight bright. Im glad to push. A couple of minutes go by. I scream once. Its a surpriseno planning, no slow intake of breath. The pain is surprising; my skin about to rip open from my babys head pushing out. The threshold keeps being raised. I scream again when I tear. And my son is in the world. I thought he would be red with blood or white or wrinkled. Maybe they washed him before I saw him? His skin looks like the skin on apricots. It might have been all the carrot juice I drank. He looks as if hes had a lifetime of good meals.

Then, they take him away. Its probably strange to him too, the first time weve parted since he was an unseen spiral twirling inside. A doctor takes a needle and thread and sews me up. Ive been given a numbing shot, but I can still feel the tug of each stitch. The way he makes it tight.

Nurses lift me onto a rolling bed again, take me into a ward of the Navy hospital. One side of the hall is maternity; the other side for women with gynecological problems. Our side is lit up, shining. I fall asleep. But in a few hours, a nurse wakes me up. Your babys hungry. My body weeps as if a horse had kicked me between my legs, or bitten me with its huge horse teeth. I am sure that no one in my state should stand up. You need to stand up, the nurse repeats. Your baby needs to eat. Its been four hours. My hospital gown is a bloom around my body. I sit up. My feet hang off the bed, and the nurse gives me her arm. She doesnt smile. Shes a Navy nurse, a member of the military. I can feel a pool inside my body, a slosh of blood. My breasts leak through my gown. I clutch the nurses arm. My feet cold on the floor. She walks.

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