I did not deserve to house such a seed but the deed 
was done. I couldn’t squeeze my husband’s face any harder 
before he squeaked. This is it, darling; the tide confessed 
the sin of the stars, and among them we waited for the 
sky to fall. All the woe within me is gone. The wind stole 
the sand and sunflower dust. My belly aches. Now we walk 
on another path under the grape vines. Now we wait with 
happy balloons.