Wednesday evening

sitting on the couch,
you at my feet,
filling in captain america’s shield,
blue

in my opinion, captain america and spider-man
are the best superheroes,

you say, concentrating
on staying in the lines

who are yours?

you glance up, waiting---

but i'm so struck

by your freckles, curls,
your green fuzzy zip-up pajamas

this moment, this moment
how can we stay in it?

we talk about dr strange and captain marvel
you brush your teeth,
too quickly,
and you have to do it again---

crawl into my bed,
eight years of sleep overs.

this moment, this moment
oh, how can we stay in it?