I didn’t get stretch marks until after the pulmonary edema
The lasix took the fluid and left tiger stripes
I was glad for a permanent reminder
That I had been somebody’s home
I mourned that separation
In a hotel room in New Orleans singing
Waylon Jennings
Dreaming my dreams with you
Over and over as I told you about how you came to be
And about the baby we lost
How precious you were
How scared I was
And that I would learn to survive
loving you the way my lungs love air
We played dress up and make up
And practiced taking pictures with fabric backdrops
I was absorbed into the atmosphere
of my new world
that is you
Bad Poetry 
Cute 🙂
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