I dont want children but I've named them anyway-- what you name clouds or a notion, just so
these unborn might be grateful that I wont bring them around--hazel and peter, theodore and sweet ruthie wrapped in snow drifts or better yet unfallen snow, the air before a word that I can take back and store on my soft pallet. They can also be allowed to coo like feathers around my ears, thanks mom thanks for leaving me be.
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