Pram
Rosie Cuckston
I'm a pregnant stick of chalk
My belly touches the floor
Dressed inside a parachute
Every morning I wake, I'm sick into a pan
Can't get through the door anymore
I can't walk and I can't dance
I can't walk and I'm alone
I just want to shed this weight
To feel free, afloat, a feather
She brought me a pram
Patted my stomach and listened
Said it was a monster
Said it was a monster
A big black bulk, chariot
It stands in the hall
The cat's already pissed in it
