This is the first poem from my chapbook and also the title poem. The idea for this poem came to me when I thought about all the things people (including doctors and your mother) tell you to do when trying to conceive and how they are kind of like modern-day fertility rites. So I jumbled them together in this poem and threw in an ancient fertility rite at the end to make the connection. It's a good start, but I would really like to develop this one some more.
**If you are wondering what this is all about, please read my previous post on November 29th.**