Hush, Baby
I told my husband I found a vampire in the baby’s room this morning. He didn’t believe me. Just a bat, he said. Chased it out the window, he said. Postpartum depression, he said. Just because I can see the bugs on the walls and he can’t. He’s been looking at me funny lately, but I know a vampire when I see one. Baby’s all right, though. He looks at me with his little red eyes, and when he nurses, he clamps down so hard with his sharp little teeth. “Hush, baby. Daddy’ll be home soon. Hush, baby, I’m hungry, too.”
