Tuesday, June 18, 2013

on being five

perched on the stoop,
in his ketchup-stained
batman suit
she shooed him out,
when that man pulled up
in his rusted-red toyoto
pick-up truck

counted ants, and
gingerly placed ritz cracker
crumbs in their path

wiped his nose
with the back of his hand,
lodged tiny missiles
at the cigarette-stuffed
dr. pepper can

stared hard
into the blood-stained sun,
and when it started to fade,
he closed his eyes

to the sounds
those sounds

from inside.

she was supposed to teach him how to tie his shoes today.

4 comments:

  1. The shoes, and their laces, will be there tomorrow. Nice writing, Lauren.

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    1. Tomorrow doesn't matter to a child. He only remembers today.

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  2. The 11 year old in my life is still covered in ketchup.

    xx
    LuLu
    Breakfast After 10

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  3. I don't remember who taught me how to tie my shoes.

    /Avy

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