The pressures of being
pregnant are as internal
as they are

Ingested right now
in your accusatory
eyes as they will be
in his
                  15kms away.

The pressures of being
pregnant staring me
down as I roll home
hours overdue

                     from work.


New fill.

It’s out and it’s
proud and it’s out
of control and I
can’t really breathe
it back in when it’s
out to make a
misery of eating
in and eating out
and just eating
in general isn’t fun
when you’re full
but never ever
as empty as what
filled you before.