a poem for my children who hurt me
Would
You
Please
Stop
Biting
My nipples.
They are not your meal.
And you have teeth now
new ones
little jagged sharp ones
ya jackal.
And you have teeth now
new ones
little jagged sharp ones
ya jackal.
Would
You
Please
Stop
Twisting
My ear.
I'm pretty sure
If you worked at Guantanamo
You would get written up
For that kind of behavior.
Would
You
Please
Stop
Pinching
my armpit skin.
Of all the skins
You pick that skin
To pinch
with your quick
bird beak fingernails?
Would
You
Please
Stop
Picking
My chin zit.
I know it's all "pick me pick me"
Like a bachelor contestant
But seriously
Take it from the at-home viewer
Don't
Pick
That
One.
Would
You
Please
Stop
Kicking
My tits.
If that was some kind of experiment
Consider your hypothesis supported:
When kicked repeatedly
By a toddler
From a prone position
on a diaper changing table,
Tits are
In fact
squishy.
Let's move on.
Would
Both of you
Please
Please
Stop
Pulling
My hair.
Head-butting
My nose.
Poking
My eye
With your probing
dentist tool fingers.
Thank you.