There is an excitement
Coursing through me
Maybe it's just the caffeine of
My black tea that I couldn't find
In the very vanilla, butter pecan
Hills of Tennessee last weekend.*
Maybe it's exhaustion holding onto
The last vestiges of adrenaline before
I crash into my forties in March...
Where I march myself into the
Doctor's office to be told,
"You're past your prime for
Making a baby" - your eggs have
All fallen out of your fallopian tubes
And passed through to the sewer
System that runs away to another
Lady's future to be held in a
Receiving blanket not received
By you or your family that will or
May not (have faith)have the line
Continued.
*March 2 - 4th at the Carson Springs Retreat/Lodge
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