How do you tell anyone
that the baby you have inside
is the son or daughter
of a man with a wife?

You don’t.
You take the bus or the train
to a grey building and you
ignore the names and yelling
and you sign the forms and
close your eyes.

You don’t tell anyone.
Except him.

And he has the ***** to tell you
it was a good thing you knew
what to do without him.