I call my baby Bengladesh
so I don’t have to refer to her as Darfur
a man could starve to death
on her good cooking
she can do accupunture with stiletto heels
and my mind reels at her logic
I call my baby the Sea of Tranquility
because she is on the moon
I call her Tumor for short
because she is inoperable
sometimes I call her Earthquake
because she is so improbable
I call my baby Hurricane
category five in her brain
I call my baby Stolichnaya
an ethanol super-train
I call my baby the Nobel Prize
she cut her teeth on dynamite
I call my baby Alcatraz
cuz she’s impossible to escape
