Baby and I have in common that

The moon's not full
and I'm already overflowing.
The gals with the charismatic uteri
went east and I think they're pulling 
it from me early, from their early time zones.
So many non-bleeders. 
They clomp up and down the stairs
pound the piano keys
grind beans.
I like to sleep late and nap often
and not take ibuprofen.
Feel inside like a butternut squash deseeding,
the stringy parts hold on, so you scrape 'em!
Or like someone wants to eat the thigh of an animal,
dragging fat from the muscle with a spoon.
Today I ate a pill to stay sweet for a baby.
Dripped into the cloth so blandly
it didn't even feel like mine
except for how hot it was
and the steam.

We like to talk about stuff that comes out of us.