"Maybe, when you're older"
My heart has all the discipline
of a child in a grocery store,
fist-gripped tugging at the hem
of his mother's blouse shouting,
"I Want That! I Want That!"
And when I tell it,
those things aren't for children,
it falls to the floor
and refuses to move,
until I have to drag it
out the front door,
and into the parking lot
screaming;
both of us
exhausted, in tears.
DM, 3/20/2009
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