My son keeps a light bulb as a pet
and only eats his cereal these days
dry with no milk
sitting on my back
pretending
I am an elephant
he’s obsessed with backhoes
belly buttons
and the ladies who work at the library
he lines up trains and canned food
like a drill sergeant
singing baa baa black sheep
in the nasally voice
he thinks is so funny
I was downtown the other day
and a man walked by
talking to the wind
I smiled at him
and he smiled back
I wanted to tell him
there is a small part of me
that understands
how normal it must seem
to go insane.