What has to be lost
Can't be saved.
What must be lost
Can't be wasted.
"Momma's gonna make me
A little guy. Then we're gonna
Sew on a little smile. It's a girl.
That's why it has a skirt on."
All in one rush, verbatim.
The recording instrument
Allowed to drop on the couch
Monocle eye to the ceiling
Recorded several minutes
Of what looked like a still
Shot of a blank ceiling, some baroque
On the radio, voices, then silence.
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