Electronic Jeremiah is not here right now. What he would do if the police, like they did to his daddy. Much later I ask our boy with a milkshake in his hand We should not have been laughing how at night I watch him breathing & prayīecause when I screamed at his father for screaming at him he said He has to learn To tie them for you when you’re twenty? & we laughed before we realized & I’m hugging him on the floor where I’ve joined himĪs sirens flick onscreen thinking of how his little sister ties his shoes how yearsīack his best friend said You have to learn to tie your shoes-do you want your mom When I’m a grownup I’m afraid I’m bad because I always do the wrong thing I was hungry & your bed is so warm & I’m afraid I’ll go to jail
America- Mama I don’t know what’s wrong with me Tears & mucus streaming down his cheeks, onto the superhero costume he wearsĢ4/7, the toddlers at the park following him around perennially because he’s Iron He’s trying, he just doesn’t understand & here he slides onto my floor, Over homework & his father yelling You’ve got to learn to listen & I kept insisting Into special ed classes last year after years of fighting with teachers & breakdowns
The pit of wax burning always inside me We got him His kinky curls under the cap & ghosts from room to room undetected, sneakingĬookies till I climb beside him into piles of crumbs You’re grounded I echo
& with the coneflower warmth of his brown skin veiled in his bright red suit, he tucks My 11-yr-old son has forgotten not to eat on my bed He loves watching The Flashįrom my room with the widest windows, the warmest place in our house each winter,
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