all the babies have been born tonight
and they are all gone.

you may live in my hovel
sweep up the trash

I will protect you if you
do what I say.

Stay calm and no one will get hurt
even now I resort to UV lights

flickering in the back of my pregnant mind.
can’t go yet, haven’t had a chance

to get out of these shoes spill
my guts to father whats is name.

a life of grime, perhaps that’s what’s in store
and if you please you’ll be dirty too.

scraping for food for change our knuckles on the ground
but you are mine. the hands the legs the pretty face

the sineuous passion like horse glue that
holds it all together.

but I'll never be sold on cheap booze,
substance runs thin the body, precious fluids dried.

no, without you dear, I’d be
addicted to something else, heaven forbid.