we call them babies
their skin is a different color than anyone else’s in the room; a color
reserved for babies. Even toddlers do not have this kind of hue.
they are rotund; they have the fullest tummies. They are unbelievably
stinky when they spirt out their mother’s milk. we call them babies.
babies are puffy
rubenesque and full chubby
squared up and farty
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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