we're the first ones awake and we
walk to school in feathery snow
you glance up at me all twinkly eyes
and warm, knitted hat: "My feet have a beat
and now so do my teeth."
I scramble you some eggs and cheese
and sing you, "There was an Old Lady who Swallowed a Fly"
I really wish i knew what you think that song is really about
because you bop along to it, yelling periodically,
with most approving enthusiasm: "Eat CAT!!"
you drive yourself to the doctor
i've turned uncharacteristically quiet
so you run your palm over my hair, my shoulders
the knife is minutes away from you. But it's me you ask:
"Baby, are you alright?"