Poetry

Little feet on my lap Babies seem like fun

Sometimes i am alone And i think Mantra. Mantra. Pause. And other times i think and let it go. And i am exhausted. Sometimes i am alone And i think Am i vain to ponder my own thoughts?

I love my monkey face Hedgehog Who is kinda like a cat But much less responsibility And would never jump on your counters They would ignore you And not want to be touched But be by you Anyway This is me on my patio the one i wanted for so long. And so i know i get the thing i most deepest desire. And what i desire is expecting more. I want to thrive and serve my highest good. I thrive and serve my highest good.

He says i dont think you're  ready for kids And i say is anyone ever? You get ready while you make it. Your health? Ive been making progress Your divorce? Ive been making progress France is not a checkpoint What do you mean? And so to know only What cards are at play Or

He says, You used to dress nicer. and I look down. My tights and flip flops, my oversize dress The wind sticks it to my body a swollen stomach, wider thighs. I do remember the times in our mating season My growing collection of shoes displayed in my closet Time taken to prepare myself anticipate greet butterflies in my stomach How playful love makes the stomach. Can't eat, can't sleep. and now, swollen belly from evenings out shoes chosen for comfort the shape of my thighs the unshape of love.