why to be a Baby

Having a baby makes you want to be one again. Sometimes I pretend I’m one again, but this time, I appreciate it. Scenario: I experience a big new emotion, experience or sensation, something that overwhelms me, makes me realize how big the world is, and that there are endless possibilities within it. I release a heavy sigh or scream, beset with every feeling, and I push away my Snack. One of my favorite people then straps me to them, basically sticks a cigarette in my mouth, and walks me gently around a quiet neighborhood, softly singing Irish folk songs, or sometimes Rogers and Hammerstein, while I smoke, processing what I’ve learned. All I can hear is their heart, and all I can see is a small, warm triangle of succulents and sky. When I get home, my Snack is waiting.

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