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One Day

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he hated when my belt pushed against him in the womb 
and then one day he was grown 

he screamed so loud when he was born he went to the NICU
and then one day he was grown 

he refused bottles at daycare because he wanted me to nurse 
and then one day he was grown 

he learned to walk and rawr 
in the same week 
and then one day he was grown 

he scrapped both knees
called his bandaids stickers 
and then one day he was grown 

he fell asleep after five minutes in the car but wouldn’t sleep in his crib 
and then one day he was grown 

he was obsessed with dinosaurs and Paw Patrol 
and then one day he was grown 

he was so brave on his first day of school while I bawled 
and then one day he was grown 

he is thirsty for knowledge when it’s something he loves
and then one day he’ll be grown 

he is so wild and exhausting and full of life
and then one day he’ll be grown 

he still needs me to sit with him at night when he gets scared 
and then one day he’ll be grown 

he still says he loves me every once in a blue moon
and then one day he’ll be grown.




Memories

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the things i remember 
are not the ones you would think
the dark purple glow of the stairs 
leading to an underground comedy club 
low lighting and fallen ceiling in a crowded room 
chairs and tables that hadn’t been changed since the 80s
crowding around a tiny cafe table with you, our friend and his flavor of the month 
i don’t remember the act
you tell me it was bill burr 
i don’t even remember the jokes
but I remember feeling joy 
absolute joy
and laughter 
i remember walking to the metro 
being stopped buy a movie set 
60s era cars racing through our eye line 
like we’d traveled through time 
i remember walking through the streets of D.C 
lit up by democracy and capitalism but mostly i remember 
taking your hand 
and living for the moment