A Pregnancy of Loss - Dec. 18, 2020

my poetry performance today

may be abbreviated

you might spot something odd

in the way I dance

like a stiff imposter

some residue of original

a sweet but slightly irritating

mimic of commitment

or maybe in my words

there’ll be a pregnancy of lost wit

bloated with nonsense

or unflavored perceptions

you’ve all had this experience

and know how it ends

more swelling

before the water breaks

and the birth of twins

a pair of overdue feelings

desperate to speak out