My Condition

I am again with child. I dreamt last night that I was twisting and tossing in my bed, scratching my head as I waited for the nitpicker to arrive. A pair of ducks was nesting inside a periwig that had been snagged among the reeds of a lake. The lake was at the bottom of my bed and a harpsichord without any strings was floating towards a small island in the centre. At my feet, a solitary egg rested on a giant lily pad. I wept until my throat was raw, my pillow drenched. N.