| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| YOUR BIG BLACK BABY When you returned to our door that rainlit eve drowned rat adorable mascara drooling alone with no one to protect you but me, I took you in As I swore I always would. I could turn a blind eye towards your experiments so long as they'd been concluded. And my eyes were flashed with glorious rays, when we found that you had discovered a family way of life. But while once was blind, I now can see as you grow more agitated as you grow more voluminous as you guiltily calculate and hypothesize and finally tell me that your results might not be mine. And, while I'm loath to admit it, would hate to be denied collabatorial credit, I accept the possibility, and offer no change in procedure. The baby, whether by blood, or body, or brain cells, is yours. And all that is yours, I have sworn to have and to hold, through nightly screams and costly appointments through private schools and public shows, through sickness, health, or wicker drawers, I shall support you and yours. Such was my vow, and so it remains. As long as we both shall live. |