Bloated Woman

Till now weeks were measured

in work assignments,

visits to parents,

farscape episodes,

leg hair growth,

substances abused

and manic episodes.

Now weeks aren’t measured

but meted out

in fetal inches,

meetings

missed,

as heart rate

accelerates,

belly

bloats.

…

Bloated woman once

floated free,

unhindered by

the mysteries

of diaper changing

spit exchanging

feeding times

and baby crimes.

Bloated woman

will you now be

up to task

and problem free

in time for this

delivery?

And bloated woman,

if you’re not,

can you return

to trouble spot?

Extinguish light,

dampen desire?

Perhaps defer

this imminent fire?

Bloated woman

won’t you speak?

Why so silent?

Why so meek?

…

Bounce around

ultrasound

baby.

Smack down

this brown

mummy.

I know where you live.