Just Drop the Baby
Let’s drop the baby out the window fifteen stories down.
I stare into the child’s eyes; why would I do that?
She trusts me. I ponder it but not meaning to.
You are a wimp. Just do it!
That voice again.
Who is it?
Why would they be telling me this?
I run with the baby
To get out of this hotel room
To get away from the voice
Of course she follows.
Screaming even more loudly.
I feel relief when I hand the baby back to her mother.
Not in her arms of course
Because then I would be arrested.
Police are all over that floor.
I leave her in the hallway in a laundry basket.
Hoping the right person will find her.
The voice is screaming as I return to my room.
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