Today was another birthday of some holiday.
I say, “Loving someone is learning to live with them.”
You say, “Then sniff and sniff and sniff.”
I say I don’t want another dinner-movie-drink-date.
I say send me a small dog I can carry in my shoulder bag in Chicago.
Send me on the Coney Island Parachute Drop.
I have eggs hatch out of my mouth or teeth or ears.
Dad, help my problem, jeans hurt my body, they rub, help make them softer with sandpaper.
Dot my “I”s for me, dad.
Sweet title.
ReplyDeleteAs usual, love the aside-quote. The one about the loving, not the sniffing, I mean.
ReplyDeleteThe last three lines are very tactile. I like the company of a shoulder dog, the dotless eyes.