I’m never going to leave New York,

am I?

I wouldn’t be surprised if the one thing

I had never considered

ended up happening.

My plans

always fall apart.

That’s why I don’t make them anymore,

I can only chart a map

to get from today to tomorrow.

You see, a child is out of the question.

It would make my future so predictable.

Actually,

bring me pen

and paper!

if I write a baby plan,

starting with:

    find the father:

    artist and farmer

    tall and vegetarian

    adventurous

    wise

    manly

    witty

    

I will sleep well,

since it will never happen.