Bio Note: I attempt to help our Veterans heal as an RN in the Seattle area. In former lives I taught high school, practiced acupuncture, and managed aquatic centers. I try to be funny for my lovely kids and wife, but I am mostly arthritic and cranky. My third book of poetry, These Hands of Myrrh, is upcoming from Kelsay Books.
when my one-year-old son announces WARLDAGA with authority and circumstance from his high chair as he slathers meat in his fist i half expect Grendel (or Mothra for that matter) to unseal our wood container with a whoosh of rotbreath and for morning dread to rain sideways into our kitchen me brandishing a pink plastic spoon against the fur-feathered claws which snap timber and linoleum my wife runs into the room with a baseball bat and starts swinging at the goat-horned snout and i am impressed at her accuracy she takes out the left eye with the first go the summoner grins on his parapet his words dripping with saltpork i don’t know how he is not scared (he is terrified of the hand-held vacuum) and i just stand there the floor caving in around my phone
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