a poem a day for a year #48

by Amy Turn Sharp


when you open up your mouth and sass me

do all the things that boys your age do

annoy me

hurt me

make me doubt

I learn to bite my cheek

on the inside

I will not reach into the pool of my rage and snap

instead

I will take my goddamn gorgeous Dyson vacuum

and indiscriminately suck up

a Lego

or two

here there

any old where

give Boba Fett minifigure the ride of his life

leaving the rest of the empire on the wood floor

scattered like the letters that spell out sorry

 

and days later

when my surly boy misses the toy

I will hold his face

sunlight will be pouring onto us from the window

and I will have forgotten

the inner mommy war

the empire

I create to survive