poem.
I asked for this
in tantrums;
& with tact,
i meant it.
i remember how badly I craved
“alone”
now, as i type, you ask
“can i have your attention for 5 minutes”
as if you haven’t had it
“can someone please help me for 5 fucking minutes”
I think no, I'm not qualified; I say “yes
of course”
and we go through piles of old baby clothes
again
and yet
in most ways
this is my perfect example
of getting everything I asked for.
xx monique