Demand Barking
“Something is wrong,” he whispered at 3 am,
At least, I heard the words clearly,
And felt them inside,
My painful body.
I fed it oatmeal with flaxseed and blueberries,
And it protested: billowing, throbbing,
Round and obsessive belly,
Wants all of the attention.
Heart's desires beating in a sullen liquid way,
Forgotten. "What is it?” I ask. “What?”
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