My son wakes in the night |
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| he climbs between us in the bed says | ||
| Mama, I brought you Tigger hands me beanbag tiger warns | ||
| Be careful, he has a boo-boo | ||
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climbs under my arm head next mine on pillow |
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| He drops back to sleep | ||
| and his breaths pull me down behind him | ||
| I dream of houses with many rooms and old friends long unseen | ||
| We were going somewhere it was only for a minute | ||
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I parked the car left him there can’t find it now |
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| it’s a hot day and him trapped in the car I run looking, looking crying | ||
| I have to find him he’s dying right now knowing that he is suffocating | ||
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overheating in the car and I can’t find him — |
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| wake to him pressing his head against mine on the pillow | ||
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smelling of piss sweat nutmeg not lost not harmed
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| Day bleak and gray light in the room like whey | ||
| my husband head under the blanket | ||
| my son sits up proclaims he is to be FIRST downstairs and | ||
| FIRST dressed and he will put HIS waffle in the toaster BY HIMSELF | ||
| slips to floor trots to head of stairs stops to turn says Mama, come! | ||
Read more of Cristen Brooks' poems in the Spring 2015 edition of the Delaware Poetry Review.
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