we lived in the woods and the baby was a baby
the three of us
plus a cat and blackish dog stayed
Together in a shack bigger
than a refrigerator box; at dusk we lit lamps,
breakfast lunch and dinner cooked on a wood stove.
Rolled cigarettes with one hand and
Smoked looking out at silver birch trees
and three abandoned pickup trucks.
No telephone no electric
no lights in the distance, the air smelled
of wood smoke and kerosene and brown rice.