tell me of your childhood,
what's it like now that you have a child
of your own? Afford me the courtesy
if just a moment, of time,
and perhaps a dime, I'm sorry
would you like another glass of wine?
Right? – wrong – You're pregnant, again,
and when are
you
due. Do
you
know the ***, or gender, whatever.

And your baby boy,
what's his name,
Aid in Africa or something?
Oh that's right it's Aiden Efrica...
what's your last name again?

Again, again, again,
where did your roof go –
I mean youth go? Do you still
like Rothko and Rilke, and does your husband,
Ross, drink milk from the carton, and
know you're not proud to be a Roth, rotten,
so you're never changing your name,
don't even have a ROTH IRA,
and you say you're waiting; said since you were dating,
Libertas is your name, that till death you will claim.

So you have a couple kids,
young bride, a new house, a new game
but now I think I know you
always were the same.