Cerebellum: eighteen milli-
Meters.  Heart: four chambers.
Tibia, upper lip, fingers,
Two kidneys, a spine.
Tears.  Everything good.
Of joy.  Hold her hand.
Be there.  Just like the
Bowels.  I didn’t hear that.
She told me later.  Sex:
Don’t want to know.  Crazy.
Everyone says we’re crazy.
You can’t paint the nursery.
I say too much certainty.
Already too many dimensions.
Too much to contemplate.
Future floating in amniotic
Fluid.  A child no larger
Than a mango.  We’ll find
Comfort in a proper pelvis.

© 2015 Robert Glover

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