August 11, 2021 § Leave a comment
Each time the pale pink spatters the white bowl
I cry out
I am ovulating.
But where are my children?
Why am I at this impasse?
I am looking into a dark place, yet when I move, physically shift, the view does not change.
If you are there, if you hear me,
I know you above all other people can forgive me.
Just one child.
Just one heartbeat.
Let me see the sonogram whispering again.
Let me crack an egg into the challah bowl and pray, for my redemption and rebirth.
I too, shall be reborn with you, my love.
Yes, I am a vacuum…not always…but now.
Fill me with your crazy, hungry little cells, and grow my love.
When you come, you will be my everything.
Just slip inside me, and sleep a little while.