I Imagine Carrying a Child by Ivy Lockhart

by Ivy Lockhart A CHILDCARRYINGI IMAGINE

And in my imagination I’m very slim except for my stomach bloated with a wee parasite kicking and stretching somebody new softer my spine will have curled the fat that perks my cheeks will drop sag and crease.

You tell me (with some small triumph) I’ll be sort of ugly then Since I won’t have moisturized (like you tell me to) I refuse to eat my vegetables too, the greens and roots you like I refuse to take my vitamins, I refuse to maintain my figure. I won’t hydrate I’ll take up cigarettes. I remember once a softish-nipply blobbish person caring for me with big-salty-fat juicy-yummy tears rumbling to my open baiting tongue liiiiike mmmhmm delicious swaddled in a big-black blanket secure-unconditional ease limbs tied down and I liiiiiiiiike it I am nothing and teeny-tiny and itty-bitty and pretty my imaginary feet are in my imaginary mouth they are mmmmmmm ooooOOOoo delicious!