sticky food slurped up by a sticky towel
lunch remains cling to legs
cracks and scratches of only a child knows what
plastic, play-stick, plast-ick!
circled shapes and squared colors everywhere
to indulge some sort of Sesame Street fantasy
steps up, slides down
adventures in between
secrets visions which are, to parents, unseen
but for the burger king - an exclusive playpen
“See, Mommy, look, ages 4-10,
I told you, you can’t come in!”
the slick slide, same as the table, he touches
as his squeaking fingers match the pitch of his squealing voice
he hides under the steps, “Come and find me!”
if only I could find this much joy in my enclosed cube
lunch remains cling to legs
cracks and scratches of only a child knows what
plastic, play-stick, plast-ick!
circled shapes and squared colors everywhere
to indulge some sort of Sesame Street fantasy
steps up, slides down
adventures in between
secrets visions which are, to parents, unseen
but for the burger king - an exclusive playpen
“See, Mommy, look, ages 4-10,
I told you, you can’t come in!”
the slick slide, same as the table, he touches
as his squeaking fingers match the pitch of his squealing voice
he hides under the steps, “Come and find me!”
if only I could find this much joy in my enclosed cube