by J. Kevin Wolfe
Ask for morewhen your plate is still full
and you’re done eating
Keep a pocketful of dirt
After they wash you
wipe your face with it
They’ll never get
your magic trick
Hold your plate upside down
If food falls off
gravity still works
and the world is safe
so smile
Ask why? until they shout
‘just because!’
Checkmate
The moment the macaroni
hits the disposal
scream
you want it back
Don’t say you need
to go to the bathroom
or ask ‘are we there yet?’
They’re copyright
by three-year-olds
Smear dinner on your face
to cool it
so it doesn’t burn your tongue
Then lick it off
If your eyes get
big enough around puppies
they let you pull ears
Fill your mouth with food
slowly dribble it down your chin
It takes practice
Our love seems to expand the bigger you get.
Happy Birthday, Thor: may the twig yet bend her trees into what she dreams of.
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