Last night I had a baby in my dream,
its feet were webbed together.
 
My baby’s legs were shaped
like the bottom of a ripe banana.
 
Fruit flesh is slimy, slipped
entirely, out of me. As if
 
it were a mistake or something
unexpected. I am trying
 
to tell you about heaves,
how suddenly
 
life drops out of me.
The nerve it takes
 
to shove it
back in.