“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.
Vaccuming
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“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.
for S.
Without a ring she’s
uncertain, the baby no
guarantee he’ll stay.
She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.
“I’m telling you but
don’t worry, I’m fine,” she says.
I listen, but do.
A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells, hand writing in
a click to print world.
Hands on hip, baby,
sketchbook. Diapering, drawing,
birthing creation.
She may have faults but
to me she’s flawless, a me
I wish I could be.
Night pushed back, a dark
blanket kicked aside as the
sun stays wide awake.
Taken by cell phone,
he grins shyly, she glows as
if her prince has come.
Either it’s a loud
HVAC system or
white noise to mask fear.