Saturday, November 19, 2011

Morning When I Lived With Daddy

To early Daddy
to be stomping
grunting your hahm grunts.
spoons on saucers
scooting chairs scratch
kitchen floors

Lie still, my body,
the sheets around are ice.
Lie still while Daddy's eggs
are soft boil bouncing
Lie still until the sun xhines.

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