8/20: dedicated to the dead neighbor

Maybe I'd tell you that babies are born without knees.
I mean, it wouldn't be like that, though,
I wouldn't just blurt it out. It'd happen naturally.
In conversation somehow.

It might start out with talking about your van
and maybe you had kids once
then I'd talk about my friend's baby.
The next thing we'd know, I'd say, "you know,"
I'd go on and you'd listen, because by now you'd find me charming
I'd say, "babies are born without knee caps. Isn't it strange
the way we change."

and it'd be more pithy than we'd both know.