Saturday, August 16, 2008

bedtime poetry

Mama, what are you doing?

I have things to do. Be quiet and go to sleep now.

Mama,
what are you doing?

Talking to my shadow.

Thinking about whether I am the voice
or the echo, and how my half
can exist here while the other half
is over there.

Mum, can you sleep with me?

No. I’ll come and snuggle you
for a bit when I’m done, ok?

When will you be done?
At five o’clock or so?

In about half an hour, ok?

I don’t think half an hour is very long.

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