Elijah

Someday,
baby,
I’ll tell you the
story of how your birth
came to be,
and how there was
music and laughter.
I planned for it to
end this way
when I led her in.
I love them,
and they,
each other.
And now,
we all can love
you.

Wilkie

Share your drug with me,
dearest.
I won’t tell Caroline,
I won’t tell Martha.
Let’s leave our
Other Ghosts
to write
and travel down
to
Undertown.
I’ll wear white
just for you,
I’ll carry poison
and secrets.
I’ll pour you a little wine
and a lot of laudnaum
and you can tell me
how to get out this
locked room.