The rain pops and bounces off the roof
my baby sleeps on my belly
I am in a cafe
a stolen hour
from the tide of the day
for a piece of cake
and a moment to consider
on my birthday
the good luck
that asteroids
keep missing us
that my mother smoked
but didn’t drink
that I already
feel rich
that I knew
I would love him
this much.
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