Two.
"Limbo Babies Two."
"After a while, the limbo babies crept into our dreams.
One wore a red jacket.
One had a pierced ear.
One was eating an Almond Joy.
We had been living our ordinary lives, walking up and down
streets trying to make friends.
Our mothers kept driving off in cars.
The heads of tulips shattered in a windstorm.
When a cloud passed overhead, we doubted its existence.
We wanted more out of life.
More than the green Schwinn bicycle.
More than our parent silverware and the front yard maple.
Suspended in a milky fog, the limbo babies
followed us everywhere.
And there was nothing we could do about it except pray."