The Digested Read of Us

Me?
      You.
Numbers scribbled.
You -
      Called?
      Why not?
      Date?
Date.
      Turned into a few
More.
Feels like
      snowflakes
Sprinkling on my face.
      Will you?
Yes.
      I
      Love
You
      Better
Worse
      Death
Part
      I
Do.
Tick. Tock.
Blue cross in the little window.

The Digested Read of Us

I'm fat-ugly-hormonal-crazy
      You're not.
Shit, fuck, fuck off to hell
You -
           Now push Mrs. M.
I can't.
      You -
Oh don't you start.
           Congratulations, Mr. & Mrs. M. It's a ...
      We
      Made this?
Oh so tiny
Miracle.
Sleep
      Less
Every-
      Day
Every
      Shade
      Of emotion
Another?
      Another?
And so it goes.
      And so it goes.
Feeling full
      Filled?
This
      Journey
But?
      But -
      Are we
There
      Yet?
      Still feels like
      Snowflakes sprinkling
On my face.