Sunday, November 4, 2012

A little boy told me



We put the animal heads
on the wall so we can
pet their fur
whenever we want.

I am four but they tell me
I am going on eleven.
I don’t want to grow old so fast.
I want to feel six and eight, too.

Blueberries are good
because they have
antioxidants.
Blue is my favorite color.

I would never growl at you, Auntie.
I only roar
like a truck engine.
You see I am still around.

I don’t want to go home, Auntie,
please don’t make me.
Home is carrot sticks
but you are Cheez-Its.

I don’t like being human. Can I be a puppy?
Roscoe gets to eat whatever he wants
and he’s allowed
to sleep on mommy’s bed.

I am four, Auntie.
Is four happy?
I want to be happy. I declare
all fours are happy now.


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