floating in the tub
he blinks and yawns
asking for his mom

six stops after
the doo wop guys she's still smiling
singing to herself

my three year old's
lithe naked body
jealous

furious
at my father for
losing his mind

forty five
my body's changing
fast

silence on pbs
for twelve soldiers killed in Iraq
all of them just kids

every day
scanning the headlines, waiting
for the story that changes things

the stitch on his pants
moves, turns out to be
a caterpillar