are still making babies.
my neighbor
for instance is in her third
trimester,
big as a house.
she nods at me in the morning
as she eases
her way into the car.
the husband nods, puts
his hand up
in a polite wave.
he looks tired
and worried, as he leans
over the back
seat to get
the other kids to stop
fighting over a magic
marker.
it's seven thirty.
i need to warm up my
coffee.
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