BABY GIRL
If I ever have a baby girl,
I will call her Olive. I will
call her martini. If all
goes according to plan
she will have caramel-colored
hair. She will lack a shell—
rebel, rebel. She will be me.
If I could give birth to myself
every day like G-d does,
oh things would probably
be the same. We’re talking
an unlikely arrangement
of cells. Life begins on earth,
a sort of orange jello—
millennia before pectin
is even considered. One
thought leads to another.
Protozoa, plankton, pectin.
How we love our pets and
give them rugs to lay on
and names. If ever I have
a baby puppy, I will name her
miracle.
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