I notice Mom start
to cry. She loves him.
But I love him too.
On the way back
to the apartment,
Trey detours east,
to the Pink Pussycat.
One quick delivery and
we’re on our way,
two hundred dollars
in the black, plenty
to buy formula and
diapers for a week.
Baby Makes Three
And even though he’s
little, his presence in this
cramped one-bedroom
makes the place even
more claustrophobic.
Seems he’s always
underfoot, unless he’s
in his porta-crib. And
unless he’s sleeping,
he’s not happy there.
Trey says we’ll have
to get a bigger place,
and to do that he
needs to get a job,
one he can list on
an application. He’s