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2012-09-08T13:57:57-07:00September 8th, 2012|Parenthood|

Slippery fish

Two are napping
the other two are in the meadow
the cabin is quiet
but not in that peaceful way
I thought it would be

the fan wanders the ceiling
around and around
like a sad dog

the felt pens look eerie
too jolly and still
like an open casket
and an embalmer looking sheepish
knowing he got
carried away

I sit outside in the sun
tell myself
this is nourishing

but I can’t get slippery fish out of my head
and when I get to the part
where the humongous whale burps
I half expect the trees
to laugh.

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