These people are a little crazy. Who's that singing? I loved all my babies. It's like a movie. You are the star in my sky. How's your baby? Is that my daughter on TV? Is this really happening? Don't you have a baby? Are you having the same dream? You look like you're barely eighteen. Maybe you could still have a baby. I had such a young mother. I cried for years when she left me on the farm with her grandmother who killed chickens with her bare hands. Who's going to come and get me? Mine will be a very old baby. You've been my best friend, Cathleen. Could you help me find my dream?
(Poetry, June 2001)