Skip to main content


Copyright 2017 Tamara Peachy
I am naut pregnant.
I just have an extended belly from late night popcorn, chewed all alone.
I am not having a baby.
I just look like I carried a burden for nine months.
I am not seeking out a midwife because I don't want to know about pain.
I am not taking prenatals because I just have an empty uterus that bleeds randomly.
I am not dating because I understand responsibility.


Popular posts from this blog

An Adulteress's Dream

I have a lullaby for an adulteress.
Rest your head, but not next to your husband.
Close your eyes and imagine yourself under different sheets.
Listen to comforting music while you contemplate your sin.
Remember your mother's breast as she whispered you to sleep.
And hold onto your pillow while you avoid an accusation from a stone.

Only Hope

There is only hope in this,
no mistake.
This foundation is sure.
There is only hope in this.
Every promise true,
all glory revealed.
If we wait longer, the same end will come.
There is only hope in this.

Ugly Ear

The wiggly flesh with a waxed hole. Two—trapping the skull. Cotton stuffed inside to paralyzes their only function—to hear.
How not attractive your features; how valuable your role.
Copyright 2017