"10 What".
The camera adds 10 what?
I can't remember, but the threat is enough to make me stay away.
I don't want any more of what I have.
I don't want another spider plant.
I don't want another lover.
Especially, I don't want another clock,
except insofar as each of us is a clock all hammers
and counting down.
And, yes, I know by heart the list of lifetimes.
A worker bee will die before a camel.
A fox will die before a pilot whale.
A pocket watch will die before the clock inside the crocodile.
I think of this often but never tell my lover,
as I do not tell him that upstairs a moth is
trapped by the window sash.
I make no plans to free it.
Everyone says the baby looks like me, but I can't see it.