now that i have my son
i hardly think of you two.
where are you?
heaven,
presumably.
6 weeks
i housed you
fed you
shed you
released what was
forming.
Twice.
2 possible people.
i was your
mother your
shelter your …
what?
this sounds angry.
i guess there’s still
some left.
My tiny stars in the sky –
whoever you were
whoever you
are
it is true, i hardly think of you.
But when i do,
i realise you two
adore me,
Like angels do.
