You were working,
I was sleeping,
You were earning,
I was keeping
track of everything at home.
Yesterday, I brought home bacon,
but you, my love, were barely here.
When you come home from work today,
the sound of bacon will fill your ears.
Spring Has Come
I’m colder than I’ve been all winter.
We turned the furnace off to work
on dusty things like paint and plaster.
I hear the birds beyond these panes
confirming that the world is changing:
the dining room is getting done
and quickly, hopefully, spring has come.
Atop a Hill
It’s good to talk atop a hill
with the city spread below.
We see some ridges where we’ve been
and many places we don’t know.
Saturday
They don’t make dust masks for toddlers,
at least not that I know.
And so, for this whole Saturday,
to Grandma’s you must go.
You Make My Box
You make my box into a bus.
You make its wheels go round.
You make the wipers swish, swish, swish.
You give the horn its sound.
The Fifth of March
I don’t remember a single thing
I did on the fifth of March.
There must have been something,
for if there had been nothing,
I would have done everything
I’ve been meaning to do.
So I know I did something
but I remember nothing
so maybe I did some things on my list.
And those are the things I was meaning to do.
Next time I ought to mean to do
something a bit more meaningful.
Fluent
I found out
you are also fluent in sound effects,
code switching for your younger friends
who call you on their plastic phones
saying “Doo doo doo dee doo.”
You answer back, “Dee doo doo dee”
and make them feel
right at home.