What to expect when you are an expecting male seahorse,
Does he have morning sickness?
Does he have pregnancy outfits that don’t make him look like a whale?
Does he have trouble sleeping?
Oh those male pregnant seahorses, they have contractions,
And curse the world for being males,
And swear it will be the last time they will ever deliver,
Up until the hundredth baby seahorse has been ejected from their womb,
Male seahorses are the nigger of the sea world,
They deliver the babies as their females wait in some underwater emergency
room,
Just as male hamsters having early dawn wake-up calls to play midhusbands,
And helping in the delivery,
All those are families whose functional dysfunctional behavior is dictated by
biology,
And in that same hospital where the seahorse is in the paternity department,
Two floors below there’s a woman being visited by her daughter,
As she lay in her now familiar room in the oncology wing,
She’s muttering to her daughter about how her own mother’s visits are not a
source of comfort,
“Your grandmother is only making my passing more difficult for me”,
And so somewhere in the room, between the sedatives, the medicines and the
pain,
She heard her daughter’s faint voice say “I’ll be your mother if you let me” -
There’s a family calling an undertaker from a hospital room in the oncology
wing,
And two floors above, there’s a seahorse planning how to spend his paternity
leave.