i whisper, over the raw sounds in the other room of my mom's voice after a few glasses of wine and the television blaring an old boxing match i think we watched two years ago when i was home and someone broke something else predictable like this news for christmas presents, we're going to have to tell them soon. our smiles graze like hands against my swelling abdomen. and we secret kiss until it's been too long to stand in the room next to where other people are. without the light.