Sorry y'all but you're going to have to slog through probably a LOT of pregnancy poems outta me this month

Expecting

Sunlight falling over the empty crib.

Vacated shelves in the closet slowly filling with

tiny white unitards.

We’re attracting hand-knit objects

and people won’t stop asking me for his name.

My body moves restlessly, not under my control—

my dancing belly, blissfully unaware

of the seismic disruption six weeks hence.

Six weeks!

Long enough to germinate an Allium Christophii seed,

Long enough to learn basic glassblowing,

Long enough for summer to turn into fall,

Long enough to make a papa out of my boyish husband and,

if I’m lucky,

a mama out of me.

 Allium Christophii Photo: Jennifer Benner