Nov. 15th, 2015

I want to but I

Cannot change your diaper.

She complains; I am

Shipwrecked, despite her.

You brandish about

With curious eyes,

The priest demurs when

We ask to baptize.

Father does not come

From East Tennessee;

Outside the hospital,

Fast cars seem so free.

White coats and pamphlets,

They leave us to choose:

Walls are not painted

In sage or chartreuse.

But how you fit in my arms

And sleep when I hum!

You are halcyon seas;

We are the drums

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