The nausea of Pregnancy!

JMJ

Dream full
the fair fine scent of Fall,
from inside your perfectly pressed tight
carpeted box.
Swoon most unromantically,
play the part of the seasick sailor
out to sea and yet for once, more at home than ever
in your perfectly unpoetic pod.

I have renounced a life of verse
for the buttery being of a ship.

(or rather! It has been renounced in me!)

I hope I quite forget myself.