MIDDLE WIFE by Natasha Leung

caterpillar smokes his pipe with an awooooowwoa and the flood gates start flooding / blessedly dry i can continue my alternating route

of inside the birth-hole-bed and the car sprinting down the high-walk-way to get in time to the door

of guilt! this time because i got distracted on the way in at the sight of a forest / down here! back to groaning and moaning / alone for the next few minutes until my visitor comes to stay / i will be here alone to greet him / i will be entering as slowly as possible to memorize every branch and leaf and dance of sunlight

turtle comes next / or more correctly we come to him / after his cries wake up the patien (t)(ce) / etc / in the next room over there is 

quite the flood indeed! shelled and unshelled and in and out and squished down

quite a lot! too much to focus, if you’d rather i paint you a picture:

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was that not so much easier than the journey? []

MY SON MY SON

in the end it will be described as a dream that i had / to the Authority confiscating him under the threat that he will 

EAT ME

out in the wild / and / and / and / it will be pleasurable for both i, and us