Expecting

We are mostly home now

sitting on our couch:

she, with a pillow

from our bedroom

over her belly

legs on the middle

cushion as if it were an ottoman,

I, like a question mark,

feet on the ground -

bent over the food

in my lap.

She says,

I had a nightmare last night

I was pregnant

you were gone

leading some revolution

or something

Nightmare? Did I die?

no you just weren’t there

she says,

with a pillow

from our bedroom

over her belly

swollen legs on the middle

cushion as if it were an ottoman,

I, like a question mark,

feet on the ground -

bent over the food

in my lap.