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Giving him small bites.
He sticks his hands in his mouth.
Getting frustrated.

Trying to stop him.
He shoves his bib in his mouth.
If you stop, he cries.

Calmness attempted.
Trying to get him to burp.
It's to no avail.

Put him on his back.
Moving his legs up and down.
No gas will release.

Spitting up on you.
Getting it all over you.
Wiped up, but still stinks.

Annoyed with people.
Batting claws at bare feet.
Take a hint and leave.

Being very moody.
Awaiting your stroking hands.
Just don't try holding.

Meowing at your feet.
Biting at your exposed toes.
Hide beneath covers.

At the computer.
Watching a movie. Napping.
The cat will attack.

Fields Of Poetry
Karyn Indursky
11/19/11

Chipping Cinquain's.
Tilting tones.
Smiling similes.
Marinading metaphors.
Penciling personas.
Processing personifications.
Delicate dedications.
Chattering couplets.
Erasing errors.
Intriguing interpretations.
Monitoring meters.
Visualizing vocabulary.
Teaching terminology.
Challenging comprehensions.
Tickling themes.
Dancing dialogues.
Artistic analogies.
Effective emphasis.
Silly subjects.
Alternating alliterations.
Laughing limericks.
Chopping categories.
Cutting conjunctions.
Applying adjectives.
Altering adverbs.
Tactful topics.
Gutted grammar.
Harping homophones.
Amended antonyms.
Soprano syllables.
Plotting protagonist.
Aiming antagonist.
Eating edits.
Drinking definitions.
Noticing narrations.
Practicing poetic-license.
Dunking dictation.
Spacing synonyms.
Autographing amateurs.
Publishing professionals.
Connecting characters.
Chasing concepts.
Displaying drama.
Learning literature.
Swapping stanzas.
Formatting folders.
Secluding scenery.
Presenting prose's.
Acrostic audiences.
Dwelling diction.
Hitching Haiku's.
Relative rhyming.
Painting point-of-views.
Nudging novels.
Advising assessments.
Realizing revisions.
Participating proofreads.
Menacing muses.
Photogenic portfolios.
Vocalizing verbs.
Thunderous threatre.
Applauding abstractions.
Providing personalities.

I want to make you salivate
for my baked words on the stove
smelling of delicacies not tasted
by anyone yet as the scent lingers
deep into your drooling soul
until you're licking your chops
thinking about eating, gobbling down
each tender morsel of my specialty
displayed luxuriously before your growling eyes
drinking in emotional ecstasy
as I set my bowl on your place mat
knowing you'll slop with your clumsy hastiness
in devouring my labored everything to
fill your belly with poetry.

Fingers Of Wind
Karyn Indursky
6/9/12

Singing chimes...
Dancing trees...
Murmuring raindrops...
Soothing spirits...

Sashaying flowers...
Whistling grass...
Wilting clouds...
Coloring horizons...

Flapping flags...
Caressing souls...
Blooming rainbows...
Fingers of wind.

Fiona's Stew
Karyn Indursky
July 2012

Upon a brick wall
sat Humpty Dumpy
watching the Jester play ball...

Humpty Dumpty was talking trash
for the Jester couldn't hit at all.

He laughed so loud, so hard
that his eyes began to water
and his shell began to crack.

The Jester was mad.
How dare he laugh at him?!
A mischievous grin appeared on his face.

He grabbed a bowl
to catch Humpty's oozing yolk
and beat him with a fork.

Along came Superman
to try to save Mr. Dumpty,
but he was too late.

Superman's temper was flaring
like a siren
and the Jester become broth mixed with eggs.

If he couldn't save Humpty Dumpty
why share dinner with
Princess Fiona?

Princess Fiona was thrilled
and added some carrots, green beans, beef, red pepper
for stew.

Fireworks sparkle our skies
as our family, friends, spirits
join in celebration. Fireworks
sparkle  our skies as together
we embrace our loved ones
and appreciate our triumph
over obtaining freedom from
other countries. Fireworks
sparkle our skies for decorating
the colors of our love of what
we've fought for, died for, live
for. Fireworks sparkle our skies
for unifying our struggles to
survive and conquer. Fireworks
sparkle our skies and together
there is nothing stronger than our
love for ourselves, each other,
our earth, our beliefs, our
independence, our freedom, our
liberality. Fireworks sparkle our skies as
we lead ourselves into a promising
future of America's accomplishments.
Fireworks of independence.

Flashbacks
Karyn Indursky

One look.
One sound.
One person.

One memory.
One moment.
One emotion.

Two warnings.
Two screams.
Two memories.

Two perspectives.
Two situations.
Two outcomes.

Three songs.
Three prayers.
Three outlets.

One liar.
Two truths.
Permanent flashbacks.

Flavors Of Sisterhood
Karyn Indursky
1/14/12

Swirls of vanilla.
Twists of chocolate.
Sprinkles of caramel.
Glazes of peaches.
Flavors of sisterhood.

Strawberries of inspiration.
Pineapples of motivation.
Cherries of support.
Kiwi's of faith.
Flavors of sisterhood.

Lips of passion.
Eyes of compassion.
Hands of understanding.
Legs of leadership.
Flavors of sisterhood.

Blends of diction.
Mixtures of nationalities.
Cups of languages.
Bowls of pride.
Flavors of sisterhood.

Exchanged hugs.
Sincere compliments.
Swapped advice.
Endless appreciation.
Flavors of sisterhood.

Flickers Of Romance
Karyn Indursky
2/28/12

Blazes of brown...
Skies of blue...
Lockets of chemistry...
Eyes of romance.

Intimate hugs...
Private kisses...
Shared secrets...
Flickers of romance.

Flourishing Friendships
Karyn Indursky
2/26/12

Seeds of laughter...
Stems of honesty...
Buds of compassion...
Blossoming friendships.

Planters of understanding...
Pots of prayers...
Vases of diversity...
Displaying friendships.

Waters of personalities...
Fertilizers of sensitivity...
Gloves of helpfulness...
Gardening friendships.

Spreading across nations...
Reaching over countries...
Expanding into souls...
Flourishing friendships.

Flutters Of Socialization
Karyn Indursky
6/16/12

Metallic blue skies...
Pale pink sunsets...
Orchid purple fields...

Extensions of dreams...
Flights of imaginations...
Wings of inspiration...

Soaring into souls...
Gliding into hearts...
Fluttering into muses...

Flutters of socialization.

Fly On My Red Carpet
Karyn Indursky
11/09/09

Dreams are our windows
Into tomorrow where guards
Diminish for venturing
Into our desires of obtaining
Love, faith, and…
Wings to persevere.

Foggy Vision
Karyn Indursky

Through my eyes
I see the demise of
who I was once was.

Through my hands
I feel the scars
etched deeper than
the naked eyes.

Through my nose
I smell soggy tears .
from pain acquired
over years, but trying
to heal me now.

Through my tongue
I taste tainted lust,
but hope my heart
prevails to find
my true love.

Through my ears
I hear God
answering all my prayers
and know
no matter what awaits
I can do this.

When you reach the edge
of everything you know
and you're ready to step
into foreign grounds,
don't be afraid.
Take my hand to hold
as we fly together
to unknown territories
through these turbulences.
Together, we'll find ourselves
stronger than imaginable
in your time of need
and my time of giving you
eternal guidance in
my friendship built upon
our solid foundation
of trust, loyalty, love
for a beautiful tomorrow.

At times one wonders
why he/she is listening
to people speaking
hollow nothings into their
yearning thoughts of substantial
conversations that may lead
herds of dreams beyond barriers
for blissful beginnings.

For Jess,
who longs for my poetry,
here goes nothing.
Writing poetry
isn't that easy.
It makes you put so much on the line.
You don't know how it's going to make you feel
or where it's going to go.
You don't know how it's going to make you feel
because sometimes it's just scary.
Sometimes, it makes you realize things
that you aren't ready for
or don't want to admit to.
Sometimes, the beckonings in my head are just too much.
Sometimes, it's easier for me to stray away from waht I'm feeling or thinking
because what I feel is almost always intense.
For you Jess,
I want you to know that I won't stop writing poetry or sending it to you.
I just want to leave my feelings and thoughts bottled up for one night.

Used toys are carelessly thrown
into slimy metal garbage cans
smelling of well worn socks
that raise nose hairs, but
not concerned eyes of interest
other than to dispose of
what has no known value
among strangers passing them by,
but even to the person
ridding themself of these remnants
where no sentimental value exists
for old rag doll friends.

Stripped down to nothing
she stares at white ginger
breasts not perky enough
for her satisfaction or
her buttocks not small
enough for her happiness
or her toned legs
not measuring up to
high standards or her
skinny arms not quite
perfect or her dainty
hands without long fingernails
to mock her dreams
and her burnt orange
hair stays pinned up
like her secrets
hidden behind her Alabama
eyes showing confidence below
external beauty when she
finally sees she's beautiful
upon looking out her
child's eyes touching her
healed mind lightly to
hug her from the
inside out and suddenly
knowing she's created
God's children hits her
upturned lips more delicately
than flower petals
left to be seen
for remembered beauty.

For Your Haters
by Karyn Indursky

To everyone who
makes fun of
how you look,
the way you walk,
willingness to help others,
loan an ear,
exchange inside jokes,
swap stories,
dance to your own rhythm,
choice of diction,
sound of your laughter,
expressions on your face,
and every other person
feeling the compulsion
to belittle everything about you
let them hate you,
but don't allow them
to destroy you from
the inside out
because you're crafted
by God
and all of us have a purpose.

Oh,
what I'd give to have
that one forbidden fruit?!
Just to taste the sweetness and tenderness
even the bitter parts
would be ecstasy.
I want to run my fingertips
over the smooth sweet skin...
to hold would even be better.
That fruit is so tantalizing!
I want to put my lips on
that sweet skin and lick it
for the devastating taste and feel.
I want to hear the sound
of my teeth biting into it.
I want sweet tickling juices
running teasingly off my tongue
to my lips to my chin to trail
down my throat.
Then, I'd be in bliss
until I'd wipe off the juice.
Such a succulent fruit
to eat, taste, hear, and such,
but, yet, it's forbidden.

Stars crossed,
the moon sailed through our universe
to bring us together.
Together, we are lost, yet comforted.
In the chaos of it all,
we find strength, faith, love
in one another.

Stars crossed,
the moon sailed through our universe
to keep us together.
You fought my feelings.
I fought yours.
Unspoken words/actions created a barrier.
We worked through it.

Stars crossed,
the moon sailed through our universe
to break us apart.
You went your way.
I went mine.
You found love.
I didn't.
You are ready to move on.
So am I.

Forever in my heart
is Anthony.

Forever in my heart
the records of his life play.

Forever in my heart
his life passes me by.

Forever in my heart
I feel each passing moment.

Forever in my heart
I smell the fresh cut grass, car, etc.

Forever in my heart
I hear him laughing and yelling and protecting me.

Forever in my heart
he lingers on as I continue to grow.

Forever in my heart
is how I know he's not dead yet.

Forever in my heart
is how I know he lives on.

Forever in my heart
is how I know that I'm still with him.

Forever in my heart
is how I want it to always be.

Forever in my heart
is how it's meant to be.

Forever in my heart
is the only way to go when I can't die right now to be with him.

Forever in my heart
is like being forever in his arms.

Forever is my heart
there will always be Anthony.

Forever in my heart
will always be an infinite amount of love for him.

Forever in my heart
is admiration, respect, pride, etc., for him.

Forever in my heart
is where I grew up with him.

Forever in my heart
is where I learned love and caring and protection.

Forever in my heart
is where he taught me sacrifice.

Forever in my heart
is how he showed me sticking up for family is more important than what your friends think.

Forever in my heart
is how he showed me to live for me, not for others.

Forever in my heart
there is a legacy.

Forever in my heart
my feelings flow randomly.

Forever in my heart
I structure these feelings to learn more about myself and him.

Forever in my heart
is how I know to be me.

Forever in my heart
is how I know my love for him still goes on.

Forever in my heart
is me still learning from him.

Forever in my heart
is the message he left me in my dream.

Forever in my heart
is when he told me, "Some things don't have to be spoken."

Forever in my heart
is the information he's imprinted in me.

Forever in my heart
is all that he wanted to be and still is.

Forever in my heart
is that he's an angel and probably my guardian.

Forever in my heart
is how to speak not from my mouth, but rather from my spirit, soul, heart.

Forever in my heart
is how I can share my feelings and lessons through my writing.

Forever in my heart
is how I can keep him alive in a new found way.

Forever in my heart
is where I want him to stay.

Forever in my heart
is where he will always stay.

Forever in your shadows
as you see
every woman, but me.
Forever in your shadows
as you date
each one solely, but me.
Forever in your shadows
as you break up
with them, not me.
Forever in your shadows
as you cry
over them, not me.
Forever in your shadows
as you find
your bride, not me.
Forever in your shadows
as you slip
into a future with her, not me.
Forever in your shadows
as you love
her and your children, not me.
Forever in your shadows...

Forms Of Smiles
Karyn Indursky
2/13/12

Cracking jokes...
Dazzling eyes...
Illuminating faces...
Forms of smiles.

Hugging expressions...
Kissing emotions...
Nestling relationships...
Forms of smiles.

Foundations For Success
Karyn Indursky
12/30/11

Linking communications.
Expressing ideas.
Conveying support.
Resolving dilemmas.
Rectifying situations.
Connecting personalities.
Using respect.
Applying honesty.
Offering help.
Giving compliments.
Appreciating associates.
Loaning ears.
Wondrous laughter.
Inspiring smiles.
Kindred eyes.
Entwining integrity.
Compatible attitudes.
Ample apologies.
Assorted suggestions.
Beautiful diversity.
Artistic freedom.
Demonstrating creativity.
Extending consideration.
Exceeding goals.
Utilizing strengths.
Establishing trust.
Obtaining friendships.
Passing evaluations.
Exercising understanding.
Acquiring success.

Upon a mountain top she
stands with swishing winds
whistling sweet melodies. Upon
a mountain top she stands
in sandaled feet as fabric
winds itself around bold
curves of her slender body.
Upon a mountain top she stands
with her apricot skin shining
and looking good enough to
lick, suck, nibble, taste. Upon
a mountain top she stands
with auburn brown hair
blowing recklessly while crystal
blue eyes smile at watching
nature's beauty and her mind
paints picture more magnificent
than anything crafted until
her brush spreads watercolor
on to canvas and conveys
glorious findings. Upon a
mountain top she stands
stroking in fine details of
animals grazing, flowers blooming,
sunshine fading, Mother Nature
hovering. Upon a mountain
top she adds textures until
you can feel her emotions
pouring, seeping into your
eyes into your soul. Upon a
mountain top she stands
blending water droplets until
it doesn't look like a
painting, but reality. Upon a
mountain top she stands
watching the moon cast
it's curtain. Upon a mountain
top she stands sliding her
masterpiece into reservation. Framed
nature.

Freedom of expression
sets me free
when I stumble
across
writing my poetry.

Freedom of expression
awakens me
as my words flow
with a pen on a paper
to create my poetry.

Freedom of expression
livens me
as I set forth
my true essence of being
in my poetry.

Freedom of expression
captivates me
as I release
all the words, feelings, thoughts, ideas, emotions, longings, etc.,
into my poetry.

Freedom of expression
toys with me
as I find the right words
to say just what I feel, think, and what not
into what looks like only
my poetry.

Freedom of expression
suffocates me
with a cloud of emotion
as my hand
tells all
in my poetry.

Freedom of expression
is all I need
to show you
the me
behind the imagery
with my poetry.

Freedom of expression
empowers me
as now
I am ready
to share with you
my poetry.

Friend or Foe?
by Karyn Indursky
5/17/2011

In a whirlpool of fakes
where what appears
to be a diamond
is nothing more than
a wilting rose dying
from malnutrition, misunderstandings, deception
cherish your true friends.

Like a flesh eating virus
he sinks his fangs deeply
into your tree peach skin
for a savory taste of your
heavenly essence until you
deteriorate into nothingness.

Like an electrifying vampire
he seduces you with
lusty long eyelashes beckoning
your throaty pleading moans
until he undresses you from
the inside out and turns you
into crumpled piles of
crimson velvet.

Like a sea-monster blindfold
being ripped off as your Band-Aid
you're seeing truths you never
imagined, thought, dreamed, fantasized
existed, but now those very things
you thought you wanted to know
you wish you didn't, but so much for
a simple wish.

Friends For Hugs
Karyn Indursky
July 2012

Broken butterfly wings
shatter beneath jagged
edges of glass eyes.

Clipped butterfly wings
crumble underneath splintered
pieces of wooden diction.

Torn butterfly wings
flock to embracing
friends for hugs.

Friendship Bracelet
Karyn Indursky
September 2012

Shall I compare thy's friendship to a bracelet?
Thou art more dazzling and enchanted.

Clasping clips onto dainty wrists
With symbolic charms smiling at you
Without any teardrop memory lists
But thou red heart pounds with a blue-lit night

Caressing fragile skins of sisterhood
Within the confines of acquired trust
Hands holding onto bridges of friendship
While touches of memories pour honey eyes

So long as the tides crest and hands entwine
Thou'st shall be thine diamond bracelet friend

Friendship Peek (haiku)
Karyn Indursky
5/5/09

Rocky mountain eyes
Searching for your soul for friendship
Leave or extend hand?

Friendship's Arms
Karyn Indursky
11/12/11

Waterfalls of complexions.
Vines of eyes.
Textures of experiences.
Touches of tonality.
Continents of languages.
Peaches of wisdom.
Strawberries of jokes.
Exchanges of secrets.
Loans of ears.
Beaches of brothers.
Shores of sisters.

Friendship's Courage
Karyn Indursky
September 2012

Once upon a time there was a fortress
hidden in an evergreen forest filled
with flowers of friendship.

Lady Annette and Princess Alana were sisters
off to see their bestie, Prince Winston,
but he was being held captive.

Lady Annette was no stranger to using fencing
and wiped out four guards with her
diligent hand making them clank the floor with
a thunderous thud.

From behind King Milton grabbed Princess Alana
and pressed his razor-sharp sword's blade
against her swan neck until it began
to trickle with droplets of blood.

Lady Annette had tucked a dagger into
her garter belt with the distraction of a
tanned leg she was able to grab it.

Princess Alana used her elbow
to jab him in his gut as hard as
she could while Lady Annette
slayed him with her dagger.

Prince London was King Milton's bodyguard
and tried to kill them both,
but Princess Alana wasn't going down
without a fight or let her sister be slaughtered.

Princess Alana took the sword from King Milton's
dead hand and stabbed Prince London
with a fierceness that won the victory.

Lady Annette and Princess Alana were shaken up,
but together they were one heck of a team
and sliced spider webs while overstepping skeletons
to get to her best friend, Prince Winston.

With Princess Alana making sure no one else was there,
Lady Annette broke the shackles with the heart of a warrior
and the three of them went on an ebony stallion
race to freedom.

Friendship's Faith
Karyn Indursky
6/28/11

Guided by your heart,
not eyes.

Soaring with laughter,
not language barriers.

Smiling with eyes,
not labels.

Holding onto compromises,
not grudges.

Learning to trust,
not judge.

Allowing rainbows,
not "selected" pigmentation.

Friendship's Flight by Karyn Indursky

Shall I compare friendship to a dove's flight?
Thou art more graceful, creative, and pure
With thy poetess hand flying like kites
Into canvas skies of her love's allure.

Wings of emotion flutter into eyes
Tickling velvet feathers of diction
With thee's fingers caressing keyboard keys
For exploring her poetic fiction.

Liberality waves rivet her hand
With the guidance of her romantic heart
Soaring upon tranquility's free land
Etching within her soul of a sweetheart.

Alas dove's darling air kisses shall dare
To skimmer across the lips of the page
But her imagination starts to flare
Like a sizzling candle wick of sage.

So long as the whispering winds blow
Dove's flight of poetic friendship shall flow

Friendship's Poetry
Karyn Indursky
10/27/11

In my eyes
lies my heart.

In my heart
lie precious memories.

In my arms
lie my dreams.

In my prayers
lie my friends.

In my friends
lie my soul.

In my soul
lies endless poetry.

Traveling through your poetry is
traveling through your white rapid water adventures
in a canoe not knowing when the water will splash me
with raw emotions and daring images dangling
from the sky like giant feathers tickling my soul
to make me laugh
before I cry out
not in agony, but
sheer delight because
I've come into new light
from an unknown darkness.

Don't bother buying
me a Hallmark
card this year.

Don't bother buying
me a box
of assorted chocolates.

Don't bother buying
me a pretty
piece of jewelry.

Don't bother buying
me fancy perfumes
to spray on.

Don't bother buying
me elegant clothing
to strut in.

Don't bother buying  
me a lavish
dinner at a restaurant.

Don't bother buying
me any roses
that will wither.

Don't bother buying
me a bottle
of special champagne.

Don't bother buying
me materialistic presents
from selected stores.

Take the time
to show me
you truly care.

Take the time
to open doors
for me.

Take the time
to read me
something you wrote.

Take the time
to spend time
with me.

Take the time
to share your
dreams with me.

Take the time
to tell me
about your day.

Take the time
to smile and
laugh with me.

Take the time
to walk with
me holding hands.

Take the time
to be affectionate
and show compassion.

Take the time
to give me
all your love.

Fruits For Muses
Karyn Indursky
4/23/12

Delectable as pineapple....
Scrumptious as pears...
Enticing as strawberries...
Tasty as plums...

Passionate as cherries...
Intriguing as apples...
Desirable as peaches...
Creative as asparagus...

Plump as oranges...
Ripe as raspberries...
Juicy as watermelon...
Satisfying as blueberries....

Fueled By Dreams
Karyn Indursky
6/10/12

Sweltering like kisses...
Dripping like desire...
Sweating like skins...
Kindling like attraction...

Sensual like diction...
Igniting like eyes...
Crackling like chemistry...
Fueled by dreams.

Fusions Of Poetry
Karyn Indursky
6/2/12

Emotions to minds...
Minds to fingers...
Fingers to expressions...
Expressions to diction...
Diction to eyes...
Eyes to interpretations...
Interpretations to hearts.

Game On!
Karyn Indursky
11/26/11

Board of generations.
Marbles of determination.
Dice of competitions.
Tongues of trash talk.
Years of strategies.
Bonds of honesty.
Rules of morality.
Instructions of ancestors.
Directions of compromises.
Time for marbles!

Gas anyone?
by Karyn Indursky

An arm.
A leg.
A fingernail.
Give toes.

An elbow.
A calf.
A thigh.
Give fingers.

An eyebrow.
A set of eyes.
A box of organs.
Give hair.

An eyelash.
A breast.
A testicle.
Give hips.

An autopsy.
A pile of bones.
A body bag.
Give skeletons.

Gems Of Nature
Karyn Indursky
6/6/12

Trees of emeralds...
Roses of rubies...
Clouds of pearls...

Suns of amber...
Moons of opals...
Stars of diamonds...

Gems of nature.

I tried the pill, Nurva Ring, and now the Paraguard. None of it has worked for me. Since I have absolutely no desire to bare anymore children, I'm going for the surgery to be fixed. If God wants me to have any more children He'll have me wind up with a man who has one or more of his own. Otherwise, I am completely done and I have no regrets. I've wanted to get fixed for over a year now. Everyone has tried to persuade me not to do it. They kept telling me I'd change my mind one day down the line, but after over a year I still feel just as passionately as I did back then. I really don't want to bare anymore children. I don't want to go through it physically, mentally, or emotionally. I don't care to have any reoccurrences of what I ended dealing with by it not working out with Greg. Realistically, having more children doesn't make things easier, it makes it harder. It's even more mentally, physically, and emotionally demanding than having one kid. Honestly, I've reached my limit here. I can't handle more than raising one kid on my own. I don't wish to bring another child into this world that isn't wanted. I do want Conner and I don't regret him, but no I don't have any desire to have anymore children. I love him unconditionally. He has literally saved my life, but if I had anymore children I don't think it'd be the same positive feeling about it. I think other people would be a lot more happy about it than I would. I'd be the one dealing it and raising the kid. They wouldn't be paying the bills, dealing with the tantrums, doctor appointments, teething, feedings, sleep deprivation, and all it entails to be a parent. Maybe if I wasn't a single parent in this situation I'd feel differently, but after all I've endured, overcome, and am continuing to overcome I'm trying to be realistic and practical, not fantastical. In an ideal world every child would have two parents who love them unconditionally and would do anything to raise them and help them, but realistically things don't go always according to plan. The next thing you know instead of struggling to raise one kid you're stuck struggling trying to figure out how to raise more. Some people can handle this and they're much stronger than I am. But I'm not strong enough to handle raising anymore children on my own. I have Conner to raise and I'm constantly helping out with my nephews and niece and at times Zack. I already feel overwhelmed by it and consumed sometimes. It feels like I'm raising 5 or 6 kids when realistically I'm only responsible for one, Conner. So in a nutshell I'm getting fixed and if one day I meet a man who doesn't reciprocate my feelings I'll be showing him the door because it's my body, my life, and my decision. If he has any kids of his own, I'll be open to accepting them as though as they are my own has Ernie has done for me and my other siblings. Other than that though, the chapter of me being able to reproduce will be diminished shortly and I thank God for it. The way it works now I can have it one day, leave the same day, and it's not nearly as painful or anything as it used to be.