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Crocodiles lay eggs, EGGS! the youngest lad cries, his eyebrows raised so high I can’t say a word about the origin of Steigí, the dinosaur who groans all day long in the toy room
nor can I tell the moon is no lone wolf,
she has kin all over the galaxy,
constellation cousins
and meteorite sisters
because how could I speak
about the Chicxulub Impactor,
that black sheep,
who murdered Steigí’s kind?
How do they come out of the eggs, mam?
With sharp little teeth, I answer. And. Some day we’ll go to Mexico. There’s a hole in the ground waiting for you.