Francesca Rainosek
All the while, a glowing, distant voice
murmured softly—distortedly—
and pulled her and her thoughts
through the broken skin of the water.
Wiping the daisies from her eyes,
she looked down at her belly.
Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
“Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd.
She didn’t know the answer.
The little, black cat slept in a pile
of laundry by the locked door.
Like a fat, tame pigeon,
the creature sleepily cooed.
The dream-like voice continued to sing,
and our girl stepped out of the floral womb
and carried the loving beast
through the empty house.
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