February 28, 2013

A case for a mother’s right to be impractical

I’ve decided
to take back my right
to be impractical

I already blame the police
for most of the rules
I impose on you
except the ones about bones
because after you broke
the pretty glass
it was easy to convince you
that you could break too

but I hit a wall today
a clog of prudence

you wanted one date
then five
and I thought

god it feels good to say yes

so I did
and we ate mounds of them for lunch
while we laughed
like madmen
as I made you
say big long words
with your sweet mouth
full of yes
your sugary lips stuck shut.

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