October 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Five
Christopher Citro
I have begun to fear

possibly our boy would be
a giant     possibly
our girl would have no lower lip
it could also be the case that
our boy would have no hands

I wonder where we would eat
dinner the day after the birth
or the day after we shook
our heads at each other in
the mirror with our child between us

would you drive our automobile or would I

would we begin to drink
out of separate glasses

could I ask you to open
your legs to me the night after
some random wet christmas