you slug-prince and me cinderella of my own making

today we think you

could be pregnant so

i kneel over you, croon

sorry, your body so

shocking, how it doesn’t

act like you have a

master’s degree, disagrees

with you. you mucus-

mess, i’d give you

a shell but don’t hide

from me. missed your

pill like some jock,

dumb&beautiful, we’ll

ride out this new

punishment. i’m sure

you’re weighing someone’s

life, someone’s possible,

weighing that wrenching

internal scope then scrape

against attempt you’re

quite unready for. i am

weighing a pack of cigarettes

in first-snow bitter, biting

my own fingers, holding

my own hands against

my own stomach.

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