(written March 17th)
Day four.
Day four, waiting for your day one.
month 9, waiting for breath 1.
year 25, year 25, rows of little socks (with sheep, and geese, and little bear faces) in the top drawer and stomach cramps telling me we're getting closer to our first years as us with you.
day four, waiting for your day one.
day four practicing Deux Arabesque, wistfully thinking about playing it as I'm in labor with you, but our downstairs neighbors will probably be sleeping and we’re still on
(monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday)
day four thinking it’s our last day before your first day
Day 4 of waves rocking you closer to us
Day four, waiting for day one
