My husband wants a boy.
He picked a family name,
Byron,
or Byrona.
I don't talk about the name,
don't want to jinx it.
A work in progress in my belly.
Those need to be polished,
pictures from my childhood.
Silly.
Me knock-kneed,
My father's driver,
That beautiful car.
That's childhood,
business in Japan.
Had to pick up the language quickly
or else - no playmates.
That mask in the corner?
He's from Bali.
Scares away the evil spirits.
Found this trekking the mountains.
You can shape the sound,
mouthing on the bowl.
Little Byron is with me night and day.
We are bound together,
and we have come to an understanding.
My parents?
Oh. Um...
they're supportive.
Sure, sure -
we're very excited.
