You’ve got a new thing to talk about.
Is that all you talk about?
Did you catch religion from that crib?
All that time spent on your knees.
All those hymns crooned in reverent tones.
I’m no co-believer.
I’m not in on the missionary.
But that little bundle is harmless.
That little bundle does not talk, read, or write. It can barely make a noise.
That little bundle is nothing.
That little bundle is the world’s largest canvas, to be painted on and, miraculously, to paint itself.
Tend to it, then.
For if there’s another like you in the world,
It bears discussion.
Disassembly 