You're so cute. She says.
You were always cute. But
something changed
recently -
I blame it on the inescapable entropic breakdown of your immune system, I think
Even the rising sun knows it's doomed
Even a newborn, leaving the womb
can choke on the umbilical cord
And if the doctor isn't fast enough
Well she's gone.
So what do you think?
What?
I said. Perplexed. Obviously.
She was lifting her shirt midrift available and a familiar dark ink etched into her flesh.
It's a bird, I got it for you.