So heavy. Back like a corkscrew.
All the cushions in our home
just made me comfortable.
I throw up at the slightest…
We call it Moab. Like in the bible.
Got cravings for Iraqi food.
I want to go somewhere dark
like a cave. I fret this baby bump
will explode inside me.
I give birth to a suicide bomber.
Biggest bairn in the hospital.
I feel close to heaven.