breathe baby, breathe---
you were a good grape,
that's why they took you
and crushed you and rubbed you
and bottled you up
and sold you to me.

my sweet dry pinot,
baby boy, breathe,*
i need you to breathe now
and tell me your name
before i take you inside
where its warm.

© Oren Stern 2010
Reprinted with permission of the author
* alteration from 'girl' to 'boy.'

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