Moments gather, intimate: familiar pavement, baby shit
Hearts re-break along old lines Like spreading urine stains
Like fat fingers flailing in vain attempts to grasp a toy
Like my seven year old walkman, it's immutable trademark:
Hiss so loud that music is rendered distant, still
It is so grotesque It's so touching
It's so like and unlike things before
These cow-eyed babies drool
I touch their hands and faces tenderly and hold them close
They unwittingly comply with sleep
I steal back spurious love
They stain my black shirt a darker black
Execute these endless feedings, diapers, laundry, baths
Dad, they pay me now for all the things that you held back