My son cried out in the middle of the night
and I went to him and I picked him up
and I cradled him and we rocked for a bit
in the sliding chair
with a blanket over both of us.
And then either he peed on me or I peed on him.
I’m not quite sure.
But I think he peed on me.
And I was three-years old again
except now
I could clean myself
and I was laughing.
So I dealt with the pee
that he’d piddled on me
while my wife cleaned up
our boy and the chair.
Then we called it a night
and he slept straight on through
all dry, all clean.
Me too.
Category: Book o’ Verse
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Me too
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Little
Sudden roar. Minature Thor.
Why'd that bee sting my eye for?
(with a sideways nod to Robert Creeley)
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They rise, they rise
Sitting and snacking at the local tea shop surprised to be sucking up whole tapioca in a wide straw.
Bloop.
Endlessly elevating.
Fat and flavorless and full of --
Bloop. Bloop.
Never smooshed though smooshed should be in my not-so-smooth smoothie.
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Close to never
I almost never do this. Almost. Never. So clickety close to never.
Not never actually, Not actually "never."
But like -- this close.
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Cat-pinned
Cat-pinned warm butterfly me beneath the blanket with my warm beneath the blanket in my crook she's a tack pinned me down till I flutter flutter stop.
she stays warm I can't move she don't care.
and I stop.