You know, the one where I am pregnant
But yet I have six kids already.
Why my sleeping brain thinks one more
Is sensible, I doubt I’ll ever know.
But my sleeping brain is full of awful nonsense,
I often drink despite the fact
I’m proud of years and years sobriety,
I often leave the house with clothes not on,
And when they are they’re back to front.
I fear that terrifying moment when I wake
And for just one stagnant moment I believe
The shit my brain has told me to be true.