#free meter

If nothing else

Crying on my baby's shoulder, because she's just like me— but I calm her down for a nap faster than the tears dry out of my eyes.

I. My love is my pride. My love is my frailty. My pride is my strength. My strength, vulnerability. II. I don't wish to cause the suffering of any living thing, but life is a series of suffering, and boy have I been living.

Most of what I do for work is get ready for work. And you have done more for me than microscopy— I wish. Well, you've been there. An eighth grade boy in health class said of the lucky sperm in the womb, "I can't believe I did that." No, you didn't. It was the cell. We've all been going downhill since we became zygotes. Two simple things joined and divided. Less really is more. More is less. I spend all day sometimes getting ready to go to bed. It's a Goliath—a good night's sleep. You and I can't make a baby. A baby makes itself.