with her baby due
any day
now.
she's angry. a little
harsh,
frustrated,
blunt.
I give her room,
some space.
she's sweating
as she stares her belly,
beyond full.
I can't relate to such
a thing.
a life
growing within me.
I can barely deal with
my own life,
let alone two.
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