No one else gets this,
These chin nuzzled mornings
Grasping fingers pulling eye lids apart
Those epic smiles and unrestrained glee
Candle eyes and winter worn cheeks
the dependence on these arms to stop falling bodies
and the ability of these hands to heal, teach, soothe,
create, fix
No one else gets this,
In the predawn darkness I pour sleep into the past
Never to sleep again.
Instead, with undead slack jawed grunts,
I pull shit cemented cotton from the reddened ass crack of a
banshee
I scrape out the hidden veins of excrement from fatty rolls
And rewrap the soiler in new cotton so we can do it all
again.
No one else gets this,
The cheek breaking tooth parade
The rainbow rendering, santa shaming, eye twinkles
The most joyfully incompetent game of hide and seek-
As she tries to hide her diapered ass in a cupboard too
small
And giggles in anticipation.
No one else gets my chorus of “PAPAPApaPAPAPApapaPAPAAAA!”
Because she belongs to me.
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I really admire your ability to write about beauty and joy and what-not. It makes me ask why I don't write more positive, grateful poetry.
ReplyDeleteThanks! This one has been rolling around in my head for a while. I feel like it may have a couple more sections that haven't come out yet. I really wanted to depict two extremes of being a parent to make each stand out in the contrast.
ReplyDeleteYeah, you take a shitty situation (literally) and make it desirable. This sounds like a beautiful, joyous moment that only you can capture for all the reasons said above. Thanks for sharing.
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