April 10, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush,

And then this: Sitting on the floor next to the bed, resting my head against Janice's, explaining to her that I have to say up a little later to write this letter, and her tired, small sigh that comes out whispers stay. And so we spend a half hour watching tiny feet push against her stretched belly, as I lean in and call "Come out!"

He doesn't listen.



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