Almost Seventeen Months

Artoo-Detoo
in a nightgown
emitting chirps
ransacking cabinets,
your favorite toy today is
mommy's diaphragm.
Careful there, son.
We need it
(soon).
Hey. Isn't it
nap time?

from Son of a Poet

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