bed
cannot call it forgiving this thin pad over wood but when you knock on the cage
of my body I do not break no less forgiving I do not crush or falter - this is what it is to be
knocked-up? I think, though mostly the motion is down and I am 'under' and then don't
think just am until that woman breathing isn't me, baby at the foot of the bed not mine, body
not around or inside but me and rather than situation I feel you are a problem, force
to reckon with - I am you are breath, then an occasional motor bike long gasping night
then nothing still my body inside-out and in the after notice the quiet as it closes in
