Monday, February 17, 2014


He wraps his long arms around my neck and rubs oatmeal
on my face with his face and then scuttles 
away like a crab with his arms stuffed
down his shorts.

Nee nee nee.

Today is off, and it is He and I and we are tied to nothing.
Rolling around, getting things done.
Goofing off.

No school or work, just like nature intended.
Dates are great.

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