The jumping cat
the reading daughters
the heavy pink blanket
the silver blue tinsel tree.
Seal off the room,
draw a real door,
zip up the tent,
tie us all together.
Because we are three-in-one
like the woman predicted
me pregnant in the wine shop,
nodding like I even remotely understood.
They’re going to love you so much,
Judy said. And then she bought her wine,
walked out the door and back to the apartment
she shares with her twin sister.
what a sweet goodnight poem :)