working the morning in florida heat
too long on my feet
no water to drink
i feel it in my head
i sit down and find swollen legs
take my boots off
let it all relax
thankful the tension’s left my back
the man that
when you other half
falls apart
even a little
you must move to lift them
you must be a steady hand on the tiller
guide the rudder
and help the mother
of your child navigate
her way to a healthier state
the man that does not stand
beside his wife does not understand
he cares little for his child
he cares little for what he had defiled
by being a lie about what he should be
to be a man one must truly see
sunny boy
it’s a well accepted truth you won’t sleep
it’s a well accepted truth this will go on for a while
there are many well accepted truths
but they are a molehill next to the mountain of gifts
some people translate sunlight
and others generate the light themselves
my son lights the day
i come alive in regard
cats in the night
the carefully maintained peace
is being threaded by cats
yanking the string
to make it collapse
and the noise cracks
through the nightly pause
to set everything in motion again
the shape of the week
she nearly blacks out
feels faint
i get a text
and i am moving
stepping past barriers
like they are imagination
with fake teeth
my love is in danger
and it is my duty to be near hear
i can see the unsteadiness
make my way to get comestibles
then return to grab my son
while she eats and composes herself
so that we might return home
with the the help of a friend
the shape of the week has changed again
the weird hang of compliments
a day late
and the workload lands
and the graph climbs high
because i work my arse off
i get a compliment
i’m not used to them
they’re supposed to hang me here
forestall the decision
but i made it from a good place
to get me to a good place
and i’m not try to leave it in a bad way
or to leave a bad taste
backed into bed
another day in bed
it messes with your head
i’m not a creature of pause
sure i have flaws
but being lazy isn’t one
no matter what others think
a migraine and back pain
causing me to sink
back down onto the bed
onto the pillows
the necessary turns
to avoid the nerve stab
the day is grey and drab
except for the sunlight moments with my son
who floats above it all with innocent joy
pulled muscle
wake up in pain
after a night of discomfort
move around and know
that the pinched nerve in your back
isn’t going to shut up
so your mind can focus
so you choose to forgo
work for a coma
a day of resting and i move enough
to be functional
but the pain is still waiting for a different angle
to unlock it
broken shleep
we wake in the middle of the night
once or twice
cosleeping, usually so quiet
tonight won’t settle
i pull a muscle
wrestling for sheets
you barely sleep
but the baby is deep
wakes up full of energy
we are a shadow rattling around
in the bottom of a cup of coffee
floating the surface
behind a pasted on smile
out for the pollen count
there is pollen everywhere
the trees shrug it out
some of it will get to the destination
in your eyes
in your ears
in your throat
on your car
on the paths
on the roads
and the grass joins in too
sneezing and itching
while the flora fornicates
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