|Daddies! On Playgrounds On Wednesdays
deep in soap hours lovely mothers up in our hairy wherefore wonder
what we do and why come we come and well we'll mutter
used to, gone to or it's summer
so the playground slide'll melt our kids to slumber puddles
that cool our hairy heads. we head off
to not do;
to set to;
to wish we; Wednesday in July, muttering. lovely mothers
wonder what we do we grip sippies to our hairy nipples.
shaved hair cracks microwaved milk skin children drink drink drink to splinter!
our hairy crotches smell like jarred squash.
how we wish our toddlers found this odd
as the lovely mothers who wonder what we
do we plummet under summer sun?
our pockets at our hairy narrow hips are wing-ish.
our fathers yonder, pants jammed with floorplans, hairy balls, and wallets.
our fathers holler: "higher higher" lovely mothers, wonder what
we do we fodder that dream where grain means _____________
and mountains mean ________________ and _________________ is the plain?
and you were there, and you, and you, lovely mothers.
it was but a dream and we're no hairy headshrinkers
yet don't we know what seas means? lovely mothers wonder
what we do, and dare inquire: our hairy nostrils whoosh
their diapers-in-the-dryer sound!
neckties flutter in our mouths
soused with answers, hairy adventures!
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daddies! on the playground, hell of a Wednesday
these days, burn. I used to [MUTTER. . .].
I should've. I will! this! is what we do lovely, mothers
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