I forgot what month it is.
The last of the 4 month slaughter.
A friend told me the other day
that I have alot of babies in my stomach.
"You are carrying them," she said
"you are giving them a womb to be in".
Maybe this explains the hotflashes,
these sweaty bursts and pauses.
I go from zero to ten in a tiny heartbeat.
Maybe they are ready to carry themselves in the world.
Maybe it is time to let them go.
I forgot what month it is.
It is February, the last of the 4 month slaughter.
Let's put on some Marvin Gaye.
Let's dance.
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