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.

 

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Paul Brookes was a shop assistant, security guard, postman, admin assistant, lecturer, and poetry performer with "Rats for Love." His work is included in "Rats for Love: The Book," Bristol Broadsides, 1990. His first chapbook was "The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley," Dearne Community Arts, 1993. He has read his work on BBC Radio Bristol and had a creative writing workshop for sixth formers broadcast on BBC Radio Five Live. Brookes has been recently published in Clear Poetry, The Bees Are Dead, Live Nude Poems, and others.

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