March 24, 2011 § Leave a comment
By Jeff Barnes
Peanut butter and jam sandwiches even though it’s Saturday
you cut perfect triangles as they watch TV and she argues
for the crust, but you’re the one who finds the remains tucked
beneath couch cushions, buried in the plants; and there’s the dog
who shits right when you think you might be able to start your day
on a different note, my wife eats three cheesecake flavored low
fat yogurts each day, leaves their tops licked clean by the bed, the
spoon dirty, upside down and abandoned atop her avalanching
collection of magazines. And there was the toothpaste in the sink when
I woke, waiting to collect my whiskers and make me look responsible.
Which I am not I remind myself as I plate lunch and pour milk,
wipe away the overspill so I can finally sit and enjoy cartoon
family time with my wife, kids and our dog, Bob Barker.