dear mitten i did my homework.
looked through the panes of other people's marriages
saw everyday saw radiance
we fixed our expectations took aim...
cool talk unfolds lonely leanings
miss you miss you kiss you -- we stroke each other
a kiss you miss you glass design clearing a way of seeing
kid names already picked out -- they are exotic and lovely
still kids will poo -- I just hope not in that too
puky pink or puky baby blue
infant fluff does not have to revolt
aren't we doing this for a good reason?
astonishing how little there is to say
for the load to be taken off our shoulders
not a lot got exchanged -- rather -- lots revealed
thank you o swifts of instant recognition
i presume pornography will stand down
to decommission then recycle
or is this another utopia?
i am excercising again
always marveled at madonnas with wide-eyed brats in arms
at bus stops at the cashier's
how can they
i'd be worn out
little piglet who's yer daddy?
can't shake the inevitability of it all
we are two time capsules with stuff inside them
nudged into a rattle of a bottle
mouthing the label:
"don't you just long for that tiny hand to clutch
your little finger?"
the woman whose feet are resting on a turtle which
itself rests on an elephant which works hard and rests
off and on
is now laboring at taking two
she just shook out two --
the two glisten in the palm of her open hand
still slightly apart
but destined to be taken together
two at bedtime
for the rest of her life
here we come
my sweat pea lean-to medicine
here we come