The Bomb Baby

So heavy, My 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.


Paul Brookes

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