Stranger Anxiety

Each morning I wake to a new boy
   New size, new shape, new skills

I don’t hear when they come to make the switch
(although my dog has begun barking in the night).
The changes are subtle.
In my exhaustion I doubt myself
   but I know yesterday’s boy couldn’t roll over.

Where does one report such a thing?

No matter — I always love the new one more.

— Published in the Jewish Women’s Literary Annual vol.8, 2011