With Child

By the time she reads this I'll be in Alabama. I ate the ham and pasta stew and cleaned the fridge of all those tings desirable. But it was hot and I am poor. You are my cousin, (never met) , and ought to understand, and scold me not, you know I have to feed not one but two. By the time you read this I'll be in Alabama. The fellow was so nice and took my bag up to the bus. I am in love again, dear cousin are you happy? Because I think we both could be the flowers of magic deserts rolling spinifex forever.