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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