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2012-02-24T02:45:34-08:00February 24th, 2012|Parenthood|

My son talks to socks

He puts everything up to his ear
as though it is a phone

a whisk
dental floss
a sock

talks to them
in enthusiastic bursts
of vowels

but what I love most
is his face
as he goes quiet
attentive
between bellows of glee

this conviction he has
that everything is imbued
with the magic ability
to talk
back.

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