(Aunt Cora has already moved on.)
Marriage is nothing but a trap.
(Who said anything about marriage?)
A baby needs a mom and a dad.
(Not like Bryce would disappear.)
But what if he did disappear?
(Then I’d still have a baby to love.)
A NEW FANTASY
This one can include Bryce and me
in the kitchen, only with a baby,
sleeping soundly in a pink nursery.
A little girl.
I feed Bryce breakfast, kiss him
good-bye. He heads on out the door
to work. The baby wakes.
Wanting her mommy.
I breastfeed her, change her,
put her in a pretty, soft dress.
Take her to the park in a stroller.
Everyone wants to see her.
She’s a model baby. Hardly
ever cries. Has my red hair
and Bryce’s hazel eyes.
The perfect combo.
AM I NUTS?
I am all about order.
Dryer buzzes.
Remove sheets immediately.
Fold, wrinkle-free, perfect corners.
What is a baby?