blur

dad is trying to write his stupid verses,
and all I want to do is talk to him.

his priorities are wack.
wiggity wack, yo.

actually, I would never say that;
wack is SO 2005.
and I wasn’t even born yet.

but I do want to talk to him,
even if it’s just until he sends me away
to play video games.

Out of his hair
Out of his way
Out of his sight

My eleven-year-old mind
is often a blur,

but some things are crystal clear.

2 Comments

    1. I was expressing frustration to a friend about not being able to write because my son was asking me questions (during “my” time), and she said “write about that – from his point of view”. Ouch.

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