27 April 2009

p.a.d. 26 april 2009

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—

large, silent
shake &

I throw my
wooden spoon—
beans splatter—abstract
expression on his
bedroom floor—

I cry because
now I want
to laugh too.

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