women love babies.
whether it's theirs or belongs
to someone else.
grandbabies. babies of all color.
the smaller, the fresher
right out of the oven
they go crazy over them.
they see a baby and they scream
like a seagull
finding a sardine
on the beach.
they gather around the new born
baby
and lean into the crib or stroller
and wheeze
like air
leaving a punctured balloon.
women love babies,
they poke, and hold,
pinch their fat little cheeks,
kiss and cajole, they can't
get enough of them,
while men
nod at one another and stare,
and think things like, yeah.
I made that, that kid over there.
the one they're passing around.
that's mine.
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