my children miss me

and I miss myself

the floors are dirty

and I have other more important things to do.

The modern metro sensitively in touch one

is left unattended

and maybe he will be snaffled by lovers, or mermaids or exhaustion or flappy birds.


I have it all now

(although not all of it has me)

I intend to dote on it, devoted to it


it pays the bills and buys the pillows

and i love it

but i miss the quiet

of simple devotion to my family.


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