September #29

They ask me about it,
my pregnancy,
like my life began
the day that strip showed me two lines.
"Oh -
is this inspired by ...?"
"How did you feel when...?"
"Is this really about...?"
Usually, no.
But to satisfy the curiosity,
here goes.

I was nineteen. In a relationship.
Skipped a period.
Got nervous. Peed on a stick. Then
Planned Parenthood, university health center,
real doctor. Each time I brought another friend
with me just to be safer.
I had to tell my mom.
She cried. So did I.
My dad's not around anymore.
I go to the doctor.
My friends keep me sane. My boyfriend
likes


This was written in September, but never finished or posted. Here goes.