Me and my plastic, sugar-coated pregnancy
Walk solo silent
Through the well-lit avenues
(no longer cycling).

Apparently it’s not oppression,
Just suppression,
Oh-so much safer and smoother
(and less hassle).

But I liked my magic roundabout,
The shifting shadows;
And I think I’ll miss the taste of seasons in my mouth
(full moon autumn tang).

Love speaks honey words softly
Talking me down:
Just think of the benefit, the loss of fear
(though love never walked my roads).

I love my love like the high winds in autumn,
The fullness of summer sun,
And happiness is happiness, and works both ways
(and persuasions can be patient).

So for the moment I’ll walk here
In light of day
Safely cellophane-wrapped
(in my sugar-coated, plastic pregnancy).