Lamaze Lessons 12 3 96 How now I want to look into your baby blues (four feet deep and sinking) solidify with three words grant you temporary security How now I want to be the one who cradles to the grave To be the one who nurtures who spies I take Lamaze lessons daily in preparation for you How now you ll be my swaddled adjacent mass while I walk amongst forgotten peers You think of pus from zits I ll think of long-lost solidarity and it ll be over in a moment synapses readjusting It s the power game replayed for the millionth iteration