Posts Tagged ‘yell

14
Mar
09

Friday Night Six-thirty

My mom probably hasn’t left work yet.
The only other adult is down the hall.
So, since it’s just you and me
Let me ask you…
Why are you here?
They’re still hiring at McDonalds and at Target.
I hear there’s always room at the bank.
You could take customer service classes.
It’s clear you no longer like children.
Mom pays $30 a day-
That’s my excuse-
But why are you here?

Why do you talk to me?
You ask me what I want
But you’re not listening.
I want a cracker.
I want my mom.
I want to go home.
Please go away.
You only want me to do what you want.
I’m just going to scream and say “no”
So why talk to me?

Why can’t we be nice?
I know you’re really tired. I am too.
We’ve both logged a lot of hours.
Maybe we can make a deal.
Give me my binky. You have some coffee.
I’ll share my blanket by the books on the floor.
If you don’t tell Mom I wet my pants,
I won’t say you yelled and cried.
By Monday morning, we’ll both feel better.
I think our secrets will help us start over.
Maybe everyone could be friends here
And that would be…nice.
Right?

24
Jan
09

Giant Squid Hinders Toilet Teaching

The teacher said, “It’s time for toilet training.”
But I’m not ready.
Using the big potty at school
Is really lonely.
You’re in that room all by yourself
When the teacher shuts the door.
Sometimes a friend of yours shuts the light off
And then you’re stuck-
You don’t want to yell like a baby
But you can’t get up to turn it back on.
And there’s something else.
I probably shouldn’t tell you.
You’ll think it’s silly.
My older brother told me a giant squid lives in the sewer
And sometimes, when you’re on the potty,
It snakes up a tentacle and grabs you.
I haven’t been doing this long.
I mean it’s hard for me to stand and aim
But I don’t want to sit down and then go missing.
Diaper-changes are nice.
You’re on the table in the light.
Your teacher is there.
Sometimes she blows on your belly.
Sometimes she gives you a toy to hold.
She asks you how you’ve been doing.
She says, “Omigod! Look at that poo!”
It’s all nice and bright and safe.
Teacher says, “Everyone’s different.”
I guess potty training’s just not right for me.