by Lindsay Popolizio
A cold doctor's office "You should schedule an appointment with our infertility specialists." I pretend to be polite just to get away
Everyone on the street on the internet friends of friends fertile with joy
The universe sends signs a promise of children's laughter My son talks to me in my dreams And I wake up to vacancy
Each moon passes by Lonely and tired Strung out, insane Intuition burning
A woman's desire is a mountain of strength With each disappointment I still pee on a stick
Lindsay Popolizio is the author of Love Isn't Always on Time. You can find her musing on writing and supporting indie authors @LindsPopolizio on Twitter.