Kate is comming.
That's why Myke had to go.
To pick up his little 9 month old baby girl.
You'd think that a 18 going on 19 homosexual male wouldn't have a little
baby girl.
But he does.
She was a part mistake.
Part miracle.
I guess when Myke was attempting to be straight,
the condom tore.
And Kate was made.

He says shse looks just like I did,
when I was a littel baby.
Same wispy hair, and blue green eyes.
Same type of nose.
And ears and full lips.
"Babys change."
I say to Myke.
"She might look like her mommy soon."
He doesn't want her to look like her mommy,
who became a corner pick up gal after kAt ewas born.

Who has a little too less of anything now.
Whose hair is stringy and she looks old.
From Mathampiphine effects.

And he dosn't want her to look like him.
Because his eyes are crooked.
Well that's what he says.
And becuase his ears are big.

"but I don't want her to turn out like me."
I say.
He knows all too well.
That I get sick easily,
from my immune system break down.
And other issues unspoken of.

"But, Ronni. You'll see her.
I have the baby picture of you in my wallet.
She looks just like you.
I swaer to High POwer,
When I walked through the door,
it was Dea Ja vu."

But I get to see my neice.
Whose fingers grab, and explore everywhere,
and whoses eyes seem to look into your soul.
from what I'm told.

But I can't hold her right away,
I have to get voer my fever first.