she sets an alarm for five in the morning on a sunday
because she’s excited to play with her dad
early start on games and baking and watching smurfs
making art for our museum
a feeder and a menu for the birds
a chance to show the old man who’s better at checkers
a styrofoam snowball war
making monsters and folding ghosts
chasing the ice cream siren
i’m tired
exhausted just thinking of the short few hours
before the child-shaped tornado
drags oz through my house again
but what am i supposed to say
love me just enough to let me sleep in?
