I Am Always Pregnant

1.

Dear Sister,

Remember when I gave birth in a tub in the living room?

I was in high school and you took my baby, in a basket,

and sold her to the tree-nymph, for neocash.

I had to walk down the Alpha hallway and out the fire escape

To argue with the purple tree faerie and get my preemie-baby back.

2.

I was standing on a chair

Clutching my belly in one hand,

A mason jar in the other.

I gave birth and put the baby in the jar

For safekeeping, along with fine wool

And feathers.

They sit on top of my powder blue hutch,

Beautiful to look at- never to get dusty

{these are an excerpt from a series titled, horribly and intermediately, “Dream Poems”}