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She is in my care. The sliding cursor of my attention Is lost in the summer heat, Vanishing into the schisms of sleeplessness. The intellectual property issues Say "Goo wa goo wa goo wa goo!" There are cicadas in America, It seems, Possessed of a seventeen-year cycle. My baby daughter Is awake again, and hungry. "Wah gah wah gah wah gah woo!" The important issues of the day Are war, peace, poverty, The unchecked epidemic, and the question of Just how long that teat Has been boiling for. The Great Wall of China Is much, much longer than my elbow. My baby daughter's eyelashes Are longer than a lottery would have guessed. She is awake, and achieving Triumphantly. |
Author's note: this poem, pretty obviously, is about the difficulty of being a parent and properly focusing in on your baby in a world of busy schedules and infinite distractions. The poem was written when my baby daughter was three months old.
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