2014-02-19T00:53:53-08:00February 19th, 2014|Parenthood|

No such thing as garbage

I am fishing in the garbage
for the sticker I took off the apple
forgetting that you like to pretend
they are tattoos

you are a tornado
of mad and sad
while I dig and dig
like a nervous slave

I find a twist-tie instead
that I clean off
and wrap around your finger
like a ring

I love you mama

a temporary truce
in your volatile world
where there is no such thing as garbage
only lost things
that were precious.

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