On His Bedroom Floor
When I go in to
give him a taste—
nothing but big brown
boots—two crumbling
towers—stare at
me—stick their
tongues out—
laugh—
large, silent
laughs—they
shake &
convulse.
I throw my
wooden spoon—
beans splatter—abstract
expression on his
bedroom floor—
I cry because
now I want
to laugh too.
27 April 2009
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