| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| LITTLE FOETUS When she told me about you, I wasn’t too thrilled, I admit. But when she showed me that ultrasound scene, little foetus, I fell in love. Little fingers, little toes, big ol’ scrambled eyes... You were so hot. I knew we were meant to be together. When we make love -- she and I – it's always you that I'm thinking of. “You don’t mind that I’ve gotten so big?” she always asks. I just smile, squeeze you both, and love you all the more. Oh, little foetus, to be near you, to be so close, yet separated by a thin layer of skin... I think of the knives in the kitchen, and... I know our love’s not meant to be. I know we have far too little time together, before you get out, grow up, become a little girl or -- Wait. Hold on. Could it be? Is it possible? Might you be... a boy? I may be sick. |