Almost Midnight

Almost Midnight

Sometimes I find myself thinking

About the blood that ran through me

Last Thursday,

Piping, boiling hot;

And then again, on Monday,

Cold, and iced like tea.


I find myself thinking about

The Children growing inside me,

Clawing their way out

Like Athena.


I think about the spit,

The urine, the shit

That keep us alive.

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