Swell

Tummy time again,
percosex and gin

I am prickly.

Cocksure surgeon
(no sturgeon, but
yes one purpose in life
and all upstream)
grabs the wrong spool
sews up my hole
with ragged edged thread
that does not dissolve
but catches puckers reds.

The last vestige of umbilicus
chewed and sewn into a hard frown.

Health, love, sisters, death, babies,
first year, spring, Easter,
work, wish I was here.