Enteral Love

It feeds her

mechanical bosom 
pumping rhythm from saxophone tubes 
at night.

I plug her in
I plug her out

like a fraud.

It has it’s own heartbeat,

duodenum, duodenum, duodenum.

This is not how it was supposed to be

her perfect baby body,
that sleek porpoise,
shiny belly that rose and fell
like the tide

jejunum, jejunum, jejunum.

For her own good
they cut a blow hole
so she can rise to the surface 
one day.

but there is still a space

where there shouldn’t be. 

by Froggymama