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Poem for Late-Summer Parenting

The Living Room

August is the cruelest month, breeding
Bare-knuckled fights and hair pulling
Boredom and humidity provoking
Domestic war over broken toys.

Long-awaited summer now is endless
All books read or dull, crayons snapped,
All games, even chess, pointless.

The bickering, the shouting…
I’d like to go drink coffee and talk for an hour
Or ten minutes
To someone with adult teeth.

Do I dare to eat a peach?
There’s only one left.
Someone will wail.  Or two.

In the room the children come and go
Pleading for Popsicles and jello.

When WILL my husband get home?

I hear the children screaming each to each
I do not think that they will let me be.

HURRY UP PLEASE IT’S TIME

Tom Eliot, get your poetic ass home
And take these children out for an ice cream cone.
I MUST HAVE five minutes alone.

And take your damn cats with you.

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