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Father of twins and novelist/filmmaker/musician
in New York on the
Upper Upper Upper Upper
Upper West Side.
People complain about musicals.
Nobody just stops in the street
I say you know the wrong people.
They say:
and breaks into song.
Formulaic writing
The bottle gushes onto baby's face.
His onesie soaks, his neck the final place
Where formula encrusts and takes its hold,
To curdle in the warm and tender fold.
Sleep deprivation, fear of SIDS, and diapers
Are nothing to us baby-bottom wipers:
We yearn, we strive, we search--yet still we seek
A bottle that predictably won't leak.
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His onesie soaks, his neck the final place
Where formula encrusts and takes its hold,
To curdle in the warm and tender fold.
Sleep deprivation, fear of SIDS, and diapers
Are nothing to us baby-bottom wipers:
We yearn, we strive, we search--yet still we seek
A bottle that predictably won't leak.
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