He takes Hunter gently
from my arms, and though
the smell of Dad’s crank
sweat makes me cringe,
Hunter doesn’t seem
to notice one little bit.
Despite my trepidation,
Dad looks completely
comfortable, holding
a baby. See? he says.
It ain’t rocket science.
Hunter also looks comfy
as Dad carries him back
to the living room. Check
him out, L. Looks just like me.
Linda Sue agrees, but everyone
else just stares at me like I’ve
totally lost my mind.
I’ll admit I’m slipping into
the crash zone. Only one
way I know to fix that.
Okay, Two Ways
And, all things considered,
I probably shouldn’t try
to sneak off for a walk
with the monster.
So I’ll make it through
dinner somehow (might
even manage a nibble
or three) and crash like a dead