He’s in that reaching phase
wanting
everything
the tea cup as titillating
as the elastic band
his tone insistent
throaty
stuck
like a skipping record
trying to find language
in the knot of letters
on his tongue
he reaches for his pajama top
I put it back
he’s wearing a perfectly fine top
for sleeping
it doesn’t go over well
eventually we retrieve
the pajama top
I make room
in my heart
to appreciate
the appeal
of a matching set
to envy
his abiding passion
for such ordinary things.