i ache for your pancakes
how every thing about you
is so sunday morning
sickness--every cough is
so family-focused
while you sip a whole city
your early years lasted
so long that my seven six
sick year old self will suck
on them for long still
my mind relieved
still wishes it were 1993
and that you and i were
still lap-bound laughing
chocolate
glass and ice you
kept me in bread happy
then you coughed
i milo otis fixed
old radio blitzed
don't mirror portrait
family gather st. francis
nice to me sleeping
Sunday, April 8
