Around two am I think to myself:
I should have read the baby books.
I used to think an oversized floral print
Would make me a better person.
Now I sip my coffee and watch my kid
Scrawl a D that resembles
A deflated bounce house.
She’s started to peel her fingernails
So neurosis must be genetic.
Inside a house of impossible people
A child is hula-hooping
Windmilling her arms for attention
Somehow born knowing everything
She does is worthy of applause.
Hi nicole! Gosh I love this title! And the poems earthquakey torques. Yay
Hi Jared! I’m goshing right back, thank you!
Oh! This title is pretty on point!
Well I’m applauding you both, babes!
I used to think an oversized floral print
Would make me a better person.
Same, same.
Story of our lives
I’m underlining all these lines!!
gaaaaawd this poem
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