‘I am old,’ cries the baby, whose parents hear ‘coo,’
the sense of the sentence obscured
by their child’s lacking teeth and a language they know,
and they cuddle it till it forgets.
‘Though I’m young,’ says the baby, ‘I quickly forget
what the meaning of life is, so I
can enjoy discovering it over again.’
‘When he cries,’ think his parents, ‘he’s wet.’