Work is a year-long exam, and I only take time to studyin the course of dreams. I deflect questions with clever answers.
I am a dormant hose; pressure fills and no onewill turn the small wheel in my chest.
A quiet bean-sized being in my bellymakes me breathe, makes me calm.
The tender bloom of my breasts, opensoft churned ground, cracked skin, they twist in sleep.
The emergence of fingers and toes, a meansto investigate the textures of a watery home, a self.
she learns to make a fist, practices her kick.
A gallop of tiny hooves, a small roombecomes your sound stadium; a first hello.
we curl around you in our fetal positions.
it is all for you.
He giggles at the roundness of me, this present of youwe both can't wait to open.