I’m going to throw here my random, off topic, musings that I felt compelled to write and don’t know what to do with them. I have enough sense of humility not to call it poetry.
10F
we’re coldbound
can’t play outside
whole weekend long
both of them
whining
sreaming
screeching
crying
tension rising
hour by hour
minute by minute
second by second
end of Sunday
we’re doing homework
he’s licking the page
I can’t
don’t know how to
contain it
control it
any longer
“Are you an idiot?!!!”
he responds with my words
“Only idiots call people idiots”
I told him that a long time ago
when he was overusing the word
he remembers
I feel so guilty
What
ever
made me think
I could be a good parent
I can’t
I’m not
(January 25, 2009)