Five
1. Hate
I began my hatred of necessity and
nature young.
Oldest child, age 21, in the kitchen
with the animals and a pile of self-
microwaved (gross) ABC spagettios. The
hefty cat comes up licking his chops
and strikes a male model pose, confident, a
lion from a lost
generation, and the dog is still sick
raining back into the bowl the water she's just
lapped up.
I used to have a lot of blond cousins,
all of them boys and blue-eyed.
We would monkey-make mud
pies, stir 'em with sticks, bake
them in the sun. Always a let-down.
2. Neutral
Oldest child thinks on how much this
reminds her of the days before her younger
siblings when she used to spend her days
with her mother or grandmother or one of
the fathers, the happier days before
she started to worry about leaving the lights on.
Used to hate pretzels but is getting comfortable
around them, and car crashes only affected other people.
Spoon drops, cat freaks out but plays it cool.
3. Love (of it all)
One of the blue-eyed blond boy cousins
has disappeared and died to tell us that nature
is a lie that can't even make up its
mind.
Mom drops a clock and cracks the
glass but the stupid thing keeps ticking time to
remind us that it stretches
on even after we've gone cold and we are its
wimpy prisoners.
I began my hatred of necessity and
nature young.
Oldest child, age 21, in the kitchen
with the animals and a pile of self-
microwaved (gross) ABC spagettios. The
hefty cat comes up licking his chops
and strikes a male model pose, confident, a
lion from a lost
generation, and the dog is still sick
raining back into the bowl the water she's just
lapped up.
I used to have a lot of blond cousins,
all of them boys and blue-eyed.
We would monkey-make mud
pies, stir 'em with sticks, bake
them in the sun. Always a let-down.
2. Neutral
Oldest child thinks on how much this
reminds her of the days before her younger
siblings when she used to spend her days
with her mother or grandmother or one of
the fathers, the happier days before
she started to worry about leaving the lights on.
Used to hate pretzels but is getting comfortable
around them, and car crashes only affected other people.
Spoon drops, cat freaks out but plays it cool.
3. Love (of it all)
One of the blue-eyed blond boy cousins
has disappeared and died to tell us that nature
is a lie that can't even make up its
mind.
Mom drops a clock and cracks the
glass but the stupid thing keeps ticking time to
remind us that it stretches
on even after we've gone cold and we are its
wimpy prisoners.