Mother's gown
like a waterfall over her round belly
So round she strains her back to wash her face before bed
Think like a monkey, she says,
so I will think like a monkey
She reads about the near future
Father writes about now
Waiting
and heaving,
a flood of experts
Think like a monkey, she says,
so I will
think like a monkey
Think like a monkey, she says, so
I will
think like a monkey
One day the new one will cut cantaloupe
shapes to celebrate
And then she will wait,
she will wait
Like forty billion before her
Think like a monkey, she says, so
I will think like a monkey
Think like a monkey, she says,
so I will think like a monkey
