Monday, January 26, 2009 at 11:03PM
What's in an expression if it isn't the holding of the apple and a sharp knife for slicing care into sweet slivers of conversation. Jay and I held bowls of ground beef and green beans, and together, Dad and we, cushed the comfies of a safe now when we spoke of recent politics and future economies.
What will our future economies?
(eco no mommies)?
is abortion the last revenge women submit to?
If Now the sung less-than-Was
has been allowed to man nip You, late
itself--manipulate a them to Ours; to a
Mine-to-sell You--to save Your day, so
the more Is will be a less Was in its bad, bad day;
If we have breached
our brains for a thought
Less act, will we be forced to Chitty-chitty,
Bang-bang, imagining a story from
dungeons and actors, extras not listed
in history or medicine?
My dad went home, and Jay in his line of work
is designing packaging for paper products.
I wish I were speaking of sunsets
and sunrises, and I am not sad. I am
so glad for my father's hands knowing
how to carefully slice an apple
and share it with me and my husband.
Want your children that show.
Show them how to hold by holding.
And return to them the respect that you
may choose for yourself.