tell me when it’s time,
i say; my eyes fall closed
my head falls back
but i still clutch the wheel,
though i give up on ten and two—
it’s seven twenty-five.
my fingers dig into soft ridges
regular as pie crust, and
i wait, and breathe, and
only once do i peek, and two eyes glare red rage:
trust her, with a snarl. soon she says,
green.
go.
Published by reverendmother 1 year, 8 months ago in poetry, little she-who-is
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» I have been remiss in posting SBJ’s latest stats: 23 pounds and 27 inches at six months. Yes, I’ve got the big mama biceps.
» Aaaaaand little she-who-is lost another tooth this week!
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I love this.
Thank you, SB. She thinks the game is for her benefit, but the few moments of calm do me even more good.
wanna make this more fun? put her on your lap and let her steer while you decompress the brake…all with eyes still closed of course.
i got nuthin…