HOUSE - Rachel Gramza

I get this feeling you want to play house 

Let’s be mothers, I will be the bearer as you say Have you ever held a baby? 

Do you know to support their heads? 

Do you know about that soft part? 

A little crater on the lambskin 

A hole in the skull, not fully formed yet. 

What if the baby gets sick? 

What if they fall down? 

What if they don’t get born at all and they go still and blue and quiet in my belly? 

What will you do? 

What if you accidentally cut their finger open with a kitchen knife? Leaving a permanent thin white line on the knuckle of their baby carrot pinky? 

When that happens, will you stop the bleeding? Will you tell them it will be alright? 

Or will you crumple to the floor, 

and cry and feel pitiful for yourself? 

Will I have to calm you down while nursing the wound? Another child attached to my hip, clinging to my breast.