I don’t have to be perfect to write,
Only honest.
Motherhood
(A true story)
Motherhood to toddlers, it’s true,
What they say,
See I had to go number two,
And left him for a few
And came back to find not one or two,
But a whole plate of noodles must have flew
Splattered as if a giant went achooooo
And because I wanted to poo,
Without you,
My little dude.
Dedicated to clary.
Therapy
We screamed, yelled
Moaned and groaned
Slapped skin,
Plucked and pounded
Shook until the whole house and everyone in it throbbed,
Collapsed
And healed.
The Color of Cream
I kept my eyes wide open
And stared into the curves of his neck,
Trying to figure out why it felt so good,
And my breath escaped me.
After
Hand resting gently on his bare thigh,
Intertwined
arm sinking heavily over her body,
Still
Except for the improvised heartbeat
Ferverishly bouncing until the two weave back and forth
In silent night.
