Nausea and nervousness.
the backdrop of the freeway
and beyond that hills with homes
and just a little farther
blue. gorgeous blue mountains
that hold hands with the sky
and i am pretending
that it is an ocean
and it calms my knotted stomache.
pregnant bellies and sun dresses
both beautiful, yet one
i cant imagine being, and the other
is waiting gently on that
hanger on my closet door at home.
that softness of a mothers hand
on her sons flawless face,
a form of love in the simplest touch.
i cant promise you that i'll stay
but im not saying i will go.
