If you have ever stared suspiciously at the stars,<\/p>\n
you have wondered what it feels like to be pregnant.<\/p>\n
Both states stammer in the face of other-worldliness.<\/p>\n
In the suddenly quiet corner of the room,<\/p>\n
the run-on sentences of scientists, priests, and atheists all stutter to silence the same.<\/p>\n
There is a human being hiccuping in my belly.<\/p>\n
And there is nothing,<\/p>\n
nothing,<\/p>\n
that can follow, from one side to the other, the leap of that crevasse.<\/p>\n
Only silence<\/p>\n
can respectfully touch the feet of that fact.<\/p>\n
There is a human being hiccuping in my belly.<\/p>\n
The statement itself tremors.<\/p>\n
No amount of repetition stills it.<\/p>\n
For a tiny season in my human life,<\/p>\n
and one yet permanently obscured to all males on this planet,<\/p>\n
I simultaneously house<\/p>\n
and surrender to<\/p>\n
the involuntary flutter<\/p>\n
of a miniature practicing diaphragm.<\/p>\n
Tiny perfect practice grasps for air.<\/p>\n
That will one day become<\/p>\n
sighs, gasps, laughs, snores, heaves<\/p>\n
and even a last, subsiding, breath.<\/p>\n
But will mostly spend the 86400 seconds of every day<\/p>\n
unconsciously streaming and stringing one moment<\/p>\n
to the next.<\/p>\n
Existence hiccups to life.<\/p>\n
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If you have ever stared suspiciously at the stars, you have wondered what it feels like to be pregnant. Both states stammer in the face of other-worldliness. In the suddenly quiet corner of the room,… <\/p>\n