ice cream and its accouterments

Drowning in amniotic fluid,

I smiled.

I thought about dinner time

and had a kind of cheery

hope for fried chicken

or Asian rice noodles

with broccoli

And I ceased to mope.

I must remind you, however,

it was tough, very tough

to breathe through the motherless goo -

my shit had nowhere

to go but to float inside me.

(Thinking: That was very rough.

That was rather messy.)

However, I thought of food,

and that felt

good. So good, without thinking.

I tried to swim inside her private sea,

and found it would be

more healthy to get out

before I got lost,

there in the fluid.

It was so very very

(believe me!)

very good,

that is,

until I started thinking.

I wanted ice cream and its accouterments!

I wanted to feel cool,

feel calm.