too,
she used to say when the little
whippersnapper
would start
to cry
in the other room,
wanting a bottle,
or his diaper changed.
his staticky whining
coming through
the baby monitor.
how do i know
for sure
he's mine, i'd tell her.
you led a pretty wild
life
before me.
pfffft, she'd say. look
who's talking.
and besides,
he has your
eyes, and toes.
and the shape of his head
is just like yours.
she had me there.
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