This possibility really never
occurred to me. I knew it
could happen, but I assumed
I would be at home.
I pictured my own comforter,
my own ringed tub. Certainly I
thought I could stretch out. The woman
on the plane beside me works for you.
She's a wildlife biologist and she
takes away all the food birds might like
around airports so your flocks don't
encounter their flocks. She grew up
in Brussels but met an American professor
on sabbatical. She's asleep now, her blond
dreadlock-beads clicking against the window.
She already told me she is glad she didn't
have children because it makes her transfer
from Denver to Miami much easier. I guess
I don't look pregnant to her and in a few hours
I won't be. Was this your way of preparing me?