it's about the baby now

i look out the window

and see

the woman

next door with her baby.

she's sitting

in a lounge chair,

holding a bottle to

the baby's mouth.

she's all about

the baby now.

she's stopped wearing fancy

clothes

and shoes,

stopped getting her hair

done,

or exercising.

i no longer see her out

there with a book

or her computer.

it's about the baby now.

for a while at least.