amidst the turbulence of foggy misgivings
my son was born.
with him came restlessness
with him came commotion
with him came clamor
he climbed the door frames with bare hands
he bounced football on the tv screen
my son wants to play out his mischief on the languid solitude of my books
my son wants to holler through the intense moments of my movies
now,
this summer,
when he is away,
i am uncertain if my books or movies are a better replacement for his shenanigans.
with him came restlessness
with him came commotion
with him came clamor
he climbed the door frames with bare hands
he bounced football on the tv screen
my son wants to play out his mischief on the languid solitude of my books
my son wants to holler through the intense moments of my movies
now,
this summer,
when he is away,
i am uncertain if my books or movies are a better replacement for his shenanigans.
