22 hours ago
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Mystery
He woke me at six o'clock this morning with flips like a fish in a small bowl. I imagine a sleek, silver tail suddenly startled and darting. I roll over in the soft morning light and place my hands over my bowl belly, feel him graze the smooth surface and slink below. Mer-child. How to measure my body in fathoms, to think of him slowly settling in a small sea.
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you are so poetic! I love it!
Better than waking up thinking your friend has fornicated. Such a strange word that one. I'm thinking you should get pregnant more often. Solely for my own reading pleasure.
Ship it out into the the world! PLEASE!!!
I agree with the Deja. The sooner we meet the mer-child the better! At least this fishy love child is one to be kept and treasured...rather than our poor Goaty. Moment of Silence. Sure love you.
you think you're wee one will come out speaking in prose? i think there's no question he will.
i will always think of your youngin' like a fish now. and probably think of all babies in the womb as having amphibious walking fish qualities ... and i love it!
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