“yes.”

a man sits,
writing.
a woman sits,
reading.

yes.

this is perfect
for you to sit
with your loud
mouthed
two year old,
stomping his
milk bottle
on the table
and shrilling
into our ears.

yes.

this is why
we hate you.

yes.

that thing
needs a diaper
changing.

yes.

do it
right
here.

yes.

put that turd
stinking rag
into the trash
sitting between
us.

yes.

ask us if we mind
watching your
naked cum stain
of a child
while you run out
to get it
a clean set
of pants.

yes.

leave us alone
with it.

yes.

chopped cilantro,
diced carrots,
a touch of taragon,
and your child
boiling in a pot.

yes.

here is
your helping
of
it.

yes.

it is rather
tender. i did
my best not to
give you any
chewy grizzley
parts.

yes.

you're welcome.

yes.

it is much
quieter now,
isn't it?

yes.

a man resumes writing.
a woman resumes reading.

yes.

yes.

yes.

narrative poem written on 02-23-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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