And She Thought of the Names of Her Children Would Be…

And She Thought of the Names of Her Children Would Be…

She sat staring at the parking lot, in the middle

Of winter, thinking about all the names she could name

Her unborn children.  Rome, Monte Carlo, or Garden City-

These names rolled off her tongue like red wine,

Places she dreamt of visiting before she would have the children

She was destined to have.  She thought she was supposed to

Have children.  She thought it was supposed to be her dream.

But the names of children-Sarah, Robert, Poinsettia-they didn’t

Feel right, they gave her an unsettling feeling in the back of

Her mind, the way a spider bite would, as if it were biting

Her insides, slowly emptying in the void she called her heart.

Even though she was married, she was bitterly lonely and thought

She might visit Mexico City one day and paint a portrait of a homeless

Man, perhaps someone she met outside a soup kitchen one day,

Just strolling around as if he had no care in the world.

That’s how she wanted her life to be like.  Walking about with no

Care in the world, homeless, but living off the land.