wax lips & pick up stix

(for Lee) 

,,

 

we are all done
adulting.

you will find us
in the sandbox, playing
jacks and singing
songs. watch out: we’re armed
with unwashable markers,
a rainbow of crayons,
and chalk.

we’re gonna jump rope
and talk about boogers
and run with scissors
and play in the sprinklers.
i have personally just
finger-painted the cat
a fine shade of chartreuse.

we’re gonna cut loose,
forgive our skinned knees,
forget this life stung by be’s
and all of these
eenie-meenie-minie-moe
moments. there will be
cookies. and perhaps a
nap, about noon.

the bubbles come later,
so we can watch them
make their way
to that blue
-cheese man
in the moon.

…

 

 

 

Advertisement