Wednesday, March 24, 2010

What i tell you when you're not here




I went for a bike ride today
and i breathed in you

all the mouth-breathing
grubby hands
chubby toes of you

i cleaned your room
pretending you'd come in to see it
a surprise just for you
about a week too early

i apologize for only having the white cheese you hate
even if i have days and days til you'll beg me to go to the store
when you'll finally erupt with
'not tuna again mama...'

truth is,
i'm sick of tuna too
and bread
and noodles
and popcorn
and all the things you ask to eat
that i secretly eat when you're gone

they're not good for you
they'll rot your gut

and i planted flowers for you
plucked from a neighbor's overgrown patch

i know when they're blooming their tiger lily colors
you'll pull them out by their roots
and bring them to me in a mason jar
flower water spilled down the hall

you'll also bring breakfast in bed
soppy bread and jam
butter on the side

i'll eat it and
i'll delight in all of you

all the mouth-breathing
grubby hands
chubby toes of you...

i miss you.

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