A Baby Story
By a lesbian afraid of pregnancy
I don’t need to make a fuss
of pregnancy to get on board
the perfect mother bus
inflate like a balloon and thus
become a woman moving forward
with her life and finding purpose
be a seal in their sea world
flipping out and in and toward
the crowd. No, that’s not us
you can bear the burden
I’ll rub your feet and fill your cravings
help to envision the child that’ll come to be
on their own terms without our brilliant ideals
yes I’m still a woman and I don’t need saving
yes I want a child but without the paparazzi
I want to witness birth without the frills
or fever or chills
or contractions or distractions
or films or stills
or likes or reactions
I want our baby, baby
but you’ve got the skills