(no subject)
The baby is a joy-
His spurts and gurgles
Transcend any accomplishment of mine
in the last ten years.
How sick is it,
To be jealous of an infant?
Granular bits of prepubescence
flaking off me finally.
Freer spaces lift me-
The gutteral cat-squeal is too visceral;
His sweet laughter is honest enough
to chip off another decade.