the time i dropped your almost body down
down to meet the waters under the city
and run with the sewage to the sea
what did i know about waters rushing back
what did i know about drowning
or being drowned

–the lost baby poem, Lucille Clifton

you would have been born a Capricorn
to two big ass children, mid panda express
who love weed and to laugh and sex
stability non-essential, mid panoramic
we turned lemons into lemon haze
and you, my love, the flower and the art
mid pussy fart

–the lost baby poem addition, rori hope