Telepathy

PJR — 4/23/21

You chuckled and spit up
Like it was a carnival, and I
Was the conductor or what-
Ever it is they call the callous
17-year-old that smokes
And holds the reins to a
Mechanism mostly under
Qualified or inspected.

I expected you to cry next,
But instead you let out
Another giggle, and wiggled
Your arm and foot (we call it
B-boy arm and motorcycle kicks).
I tricked you, next into sleep with
Help from Claudio, and lights.
And glass things shatter sometimes
And we have to sweep it up to
Move on. And on and on and on and…

You shuddered for a second I’m
Guessing unsure that I would
Still be holding you. It’s true, I’ve
Been known to let importants
Slip between my fingernails.
(Copper is worth more than then)
And then you closed your eyes and
Sneezed. I told you all the precious
Stones of life I’d try to keep
For you. But you just, swaddled,
Grunted, cooed and abruptly
Fell asleep.