last year or so I dreamed I was pregnant and asking my boyfriend Mark to use my big belly as a tambour – the stretched skin of my big belly being like the skin covering a drum I suppose – to boum-boum it to help break my waters. But he boum-boumed it so well that a violent thunderstorm burst within my bédaine and a raging flood pored out from between my legs… Only water and rage and storm, but no baby… The next day, I woke up feverish, but feeling an urge to be thankful for the present moment and for the the light that emanates from my boyfriend’s eyes when he looks at me in the morning… it is too personal to put on my own blog, so I put it here, my little poem collage… Even if you don’t speak french, you can read the words out loud for la cadence.

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