The night nurse
- And I use the term loosely -
Thought I might be hungry.
So she left me these
peanut shells and grape skins.
The gift of a rainy day.
The gift of a warm place to sleep.
I made Chaffles yesterday
To eat today.
So many little graves in BabyLand
I see the baby’s grave
Every chance I get.
But I know she’s not there.
Every day is a gift.
I decided to try to not bitch today.
But I already blew it.
Try and try again.
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