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C L Bledsoe |
The Baby |
Goodbye to Noise |
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We killed the baby with our teeth. We killed it with questions about God. We killed the baby and sold its unused diapers to transients. We killed the baby so we could sleep. The baby wasn't ours. We killed someone else's baby. The baby's real parents paid us to kill it. The baby wasn't real. We were real, though. We had a cashier's check to prove it. We kept it in her purse until we could make it to the bank. We buried the baby under our porch. We planted bushes around our porch. The bushes died. We killed the bushes by not fertilizing them properly. Babies don't make good fertilizer. This was our lesson. This was what we learned.
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