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Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007
swimming with the alphabet
letters all around
I find the ambulance in the sink
I find some other strange things too.
He melts against me in the evening
little warm one
he copies my yawns languidly
then looks to me sideways and LAUGHS.
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Thursday, January 26th, 2006
there is a mark on the inside of my forearm
like a little shell
from his ear that had been pressed there sleeping
warm and snoring
If I could have that mark there forever
like a stain of this moment
I would
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Thursday, October 6th, 2005
warm and damp after the bath
he stands naked in front of the mirror
smiling broadly, little belly, luscious thighs
exhilarated he sees himself
standing under 2 feet tall
he kisses his image
leaving tiny hand marks all over the mirror.
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Tuesday, March 8th, 2005
He was good natured and dignified
despite being undressed
weighed on a scale
and poked in various places.
He has gained over a pound since his birth
and the doctor assured us that he did like us
even though it is hard to tell for sure.
The three of us went to Pink’s to celebrate,
and sat outside in the sunshine. We ate […]
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Thursday, March 3rd, 2005
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Tuesday, March 1st, 2005
I painted my toenails blue
and waited for the portal to open.
when he arrived I stopped remembering everything that
happened before, or who I was waiting for.
So beyond my imagination.
I do not need any flowers.
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Wednesday, February 16th, 2005
Patience has never been my cup of tea.
A double espresso, that is my cup of tea.
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Thursday, January 20th, 2005
I am very tired.
i have been working long days and loving it up to this moment.
Now I just want to lay down
He is about 5 pounds, and has flipped into postition.
I do not think he will be too long,
I can’t wait to see him
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