In a Way, That’s Where It Ends
And you should answer yes I know
the baby cannot read. I want the baby
to eat a carrot. I want the baby to loll
at the foot of our bed. I want the baby
to get how when we argue. I want
the baby to squirm on the sleeping bag
we keep on the sofa.
If she could sit between us
that might be a lovely shot to get.
Get well soon. Wishing you the best.
Wish you were here more often. She
doesn’t realize she’s making an enemy
out of herself. It just says it, doesn’t it?