Sometimes my overly spicy brain wracks itself for torture
Moments like the prickers which burrowed themselves into summer clothing while I rolled in the sand dunes across the street
A snapshot of you and her
Ring and question
Wedding day with wedding dress,
Subsequent appropriately swollen belly
From this hidden vantage point I watch you plant a sweet kiss on the stretched, striped skin between you and your child
Yours and hers
Yours and hers
Yours and hers
Yours and hers
A languorous, sleepily lit Sunday afternoon, momentary respite from the stunted gray days of late winter
Again and again
Once more into delivery room to hold her clawing bloated hand as she grunts new life into the world
Again and again
A hideous movie replayed and replayed and replayed and replayed by a hideous man with a hideous projector
Just so I Know. So I Remember.
All that I lost before I even knew it was slipping away
All that she had and sold
All that they took and all that you gave
If only I could go back to counting prickers as I freed them from their hiding places
Maybe it could be different this time
Not so worse