as the baby lays dying in the hospital. the one i made out of sticks and bones the last time i held your scent to my breast like the baby we'd never make together, and i believed like an effigy that you loved me more than i loved you. who could make a baby that wouldn't lay dying in a hospital you don't have a name for out of page proofs and broken promises? we pulled our strings across the maps of different worlds until sprung like traps they burst and we were left with our ends dangling. and all i want is one more moment when morphine won't steel his laughing lips. when you weren't only someone i spoke to in my dreams.