My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend
that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end.


Words for Dr. Y.: uncollected poems with three stories (ed. 1978)


My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end.

My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end.

My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end.

My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end.