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”}