a gaggle
of women,
fussing over a baby,
a pink
bald
thing wrapped
in what i guess one
would call
swaddling.
i approached cautiously
to look into
the enormous
stroller.
do you want to hold
her?
the owner asked.
why, i said,
which made them all look
at me
as if i'd lost my mind.
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