K e l l y   F o r d o n

 

Staying Home with Baby

 

your room 

like opening the door 

on the sun 

moments I catch 

and eat 

but babble on 

and my head 

starts to ache 

my feet stick 

to the kitchen floor. 

ClICK CLICK 

such a small clock 

such a loud sound 

giant laughing specters 

on the TV 

more food 

and dust 

and seeping plastic bags 

while you dance 

every pot and pan 

a band 

there are small 

joy popsicles 

I suck on 

sometimes I sit 

cross-legged 

on the floor 

chanting 

this is worthwhile 

this is worthwhile 

this is worthwhile