It Never Gets Easier

to think i once heard
babies are hard to manage
eat, shit, drink, sleep, cry?

let’s try on costumes–
fall party, field trip, grades due
count how our days go:

back-talk homework fight
second piano practice
three girls showering

second failing math??
not a word from failed teacher
guilt, failing parents

baby barely writes
always a Daddy story
spells like a Spaniard

oldest keeps me up
stressed– her chronic detention
Daddy leaves in huff

garbage disposal
fix in the house that plagues us
that we cannot sell

let me stack my plate
with conferences tomorrow
Spanish class Thursday

Halloween Friday
filled with makeup and drinking
(i need a disguise)

to hide from this life
this balancing act of love
we call parenthood

Trucks and Dolls

baby’s first camp nights
like a babe, slept the whole drive
to nest in my arms

Come summer, you’ll go?
Of course, Mama, I can’t wait!

so soon she’ll be gone

but now? trucks and dolls
bedtime cuddles she demands
innocence still ours

can i trap her face
her infectious giggling?
always my baby

Halloween Hell Party

Janis Joplin hair
might as well accept it’s mine
Happy Halloween

drive to edge of earth
that’s how far money stretches
there’s never enough

space, bedrooms, hardwood
three people and all their shit
spread suburban sloth

walkability
on a scale of one to ten?
tractor crossing sign

there is no number
to measure my distaste here
size shouldn’t matter

Americans Dream
big, better phallic boasting
in the shape of homes

American Dream:
be Janis Joplin–different
don’t let it kill you

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El Día de Mi Muerto

an hour of work
but i am no hairdresser
falls loose too quickly

parents up above
glass ceiling meant for spying
friends hear her grievance

she flashes the look
exasperated with me
behind glass, i wave

when this is over
will i have the nice photo
or preteen ‘tude chant?

on the way to camp
my little ones’ voices sang
loving farewell chant

why can’t she stay young
choose camp over awkward dance
to throw her mom looks?

why can’t we stay young
choose love over wanton youth
and just be ourselves?

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Soul Searching

not a single soul
in this forty-person room
has guts to speak truth

sadly, nor do i
phone in hand, blog post ready
[i can’t lose her now]

you see, i’ve lost her
and the darkness in my heart?
no match on this Earth

so i won’t speak truth
i’ll sugar-coat it, smile, nod:
age brings clarity

in that clarity
drink-free, sunny fall Sunday
i die to tell all

in her card, later
she’ll see every word and cry
for all that’s lost, gained

she couldn’t find words
only pics, video, songs
everything for him

i still feel empty
she texts me later, heart burned
you’re the only one…

even her husband
didn’t know who her dad was
[i’ve known her longer]

after the speeches
seeing her, baby in arms?
the love. of my life.

she is my best friend
her loss is my loss, our loss
never hers alone

bubbles in the sky
blown from his loving, warm lips
i live her longing

not a single soul
who speaks, making him perfect
will dare speak the truth

will i dare speak it?
a shadow follows her life
dark, drinking daddy

Homecoming

fall Friday football
backed by blue skies, changing leaves
and the sweetest smile

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Here to Stay

Eritrean lunch
post-war teacher offering
how blessed they make me

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youngest’s six sound bites
mad, glad, hungry, scared… favorite?
Mama’s “Für Elise”

tears backstage, waiting
for a song i can’t quite play
that’s her favorite sound?

middle school yelling
another homework battle
oldest sets standards

caught in the middle
daughter two rattles school story
steals bed time cuddles

how spicy, this meal
carried across continents
homemade, just like us

Bytes of My Day

two chances to prove
that i deserve to be here
fall, winter, fierce fear

two chances plagued twice
year before? a standard test
today? dead Internet

set up my failure
as Google Classroom crashes
tearing me to bytes

i wish she loved them
as fully as i love them
instead? i strike out

after school, i walk
to get six-day car hostage
and then i see them:

top down, sun shining
classic MG sports car grins
this October day

yes, my mechanics
can charge whatever they want
cruise streets in fixed cars

we’ll be right over
hood open, my car broken
and i’m the failure?

daughter calls: tire flat.
sun, why dost thou forsake me
shining so damn bright?

my car stays hostage
we’ll walk into tomorrow
blindsided by fall

(i’ll dream of driving
of summers off, beach tours
of all that bytes me)

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Home. Work. Life.

homework Saturday
spun through web of fall colors
parked our playground joy

old enough to ride
and catch dreams along the way
my girls growing up

last of season cones
pumpkin pie, football flavors
as the north wind blows

still sing childhood
though the oldest’s lost in books
hope i can find her

leaves sprinkle the ground
like fire light our way home
home… life Saturday

The Longest Mile

just one mile walk home
to car-shop drop-off frenzy
begin evening stress

science fair project
won’t keep quiet on my mind
leaves alleviate

no avocados?
two wheels, backpacked ride to store
guacamole dreams

oldest cycles home
begins three-shower cycle
all by six-forty

spicy tacos rest
on spicy dream-home dispute
taste still in my mouth

all ’cause he worked late
foreshadowing our future:
crap hours, low pay

sacrifice my peace
for shut-in civility?
i’d rather be poor

rich are days with him
those hours in his absence?
a chronic longing

even the girls cry
as they will with no ‘good nights’
tears don’t buy us time

the two-income trap
snagging our life with more debt
all for image, greed

just one mile walk back
where refugee students wait,
offer perspective

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