With wife away, terrible cold echoing mortality in this dark lung cave, & having
stayed up til two watching basketball & being up by eight for baking Shambala seventeen year old son pick up shopping laundry cleaning breakdancing baths supper reading bed, today I remember why it takes two to
make babies.
& now I am exhausted; irritated
rough throat sore back sail away sweet sister hairy eyeball stinky foot blurry dizzy pour me a bath & call the minstrels
exhausted.
& not the least bit
resentful
& this because
I signed up for this gig, this
middle of night fever tantrum acne & angst ridden teenage texting my friends hate me play date Christmas midnight madness movie watching drive me soccer hockey dancing summer camp braid my hair brush your teeth
brush your teeth brush
your teeth I love you door slamming pushing on the swing buy me a dog peanut butter no soy butter sandwiches dishes daddy I need a glass of water!
daily bamboozlement.
& I wouldn’t trade it in
for all the quiet evenings
clean houses
Saturday morning sleep ins in
this whole seven billion packed up world
because said seventeen year old son is off to help his friend at the Second Cup with her homework
& just asked me in all sincerity
if he could pick me up anything
on his dime.