By ZoE
Date: 10 June 2000
Awkward
The baby that snuggled it's way out my pregnant stomach
and wrapped in aluminum foil with a big lovely smiling face
was only a loaf of french bread in my dream
and now I see, the baby leaking out of me like soup was you
it was my secret society premonition
my mental illness preconception
and you rubbed my tiny face into the wall
like playdough
after a kiss so electric it put my favorite lightening to shame
see I think it's all just conetic energy like Owen said
I think I've just got awkward feremones like mom said
I'll grow out of it like my first pair of tie shoes
like my first love affair that I drowned in a bubble bath to free myself of
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