Sleeping beauty is how you might say it
Always there, patiently waiting
Like that pot of water slowly rolling, moving. Pressing toward the
Boil.
There
Laughing
sometimes, she would say to me-
“you can’t hide me forever
I’m not some old rag-doll collector’s item on a shelf like I ain’t got no everyday use.
Use
me.
Till you use me up? Oh, huh, she’d challenge:
Chicken.
You scared?
You ‘fraid what they might say?
How they’d view you as a s-aint?
Sad
really. But I will not be
forgotten”
Her arrival was not as
Sudden
As they explicate, more slow and
Grace
Full
Appearance like the day your little bump becomes big and you can’t
Hide
And then the
World
Knows
The fullness of the
Expectation
I was pregnant.
with
Me
