Posted on July 13, 2007
the days at work slip faster than days at home did
my deepest resources
of patience
mines of
tunneling to
sustain self
and small one too
less taxed now, if
lonelier
for touch
but we are both
content
so far as i can tell
so far as he can
tell
my arms more
patient
greedy now when
he is in them
still time for
playing blocks
and touching
noses
and i exhale
relieved
i can forgive that
this skin fits
these work clothes
please me, yes.
but the wheel of
time spins by me
careening almost greasy
it has been four weeks already
i wonder will i come home tomorrow and find him grown into a rockstar overnight…?
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