Tuesday, November 11, 2008


Sleeping on
A mattress
On the floor
Is not that bad

As long as the children
Are sleeping
On their beds
And dreaming about
Conquering dinosaurs
Waking up & telling me about it
And listening to my advice
About what to do
When hunting alone

But now it’s time
To go back to
My low profile cradle

I am getting ready to
Read the poetry of
Rae Armantrout
Because this
Is like camping
Like sleeping
With the New Yorker
Something that happens
Not too often

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