On Naps

In the morning
after the coffee
groggy undramatic
freedom from gravity
diluted drippy imagination
waves of cliched distraction
wake up in a gasp
for more sleep.

there is no time

of course

the kids are
their limbs on strike
inflated greedy last breath

demands rice krispies and
nutella toast

by unrealistically smart
with stupid parents
innocent faces
distorted with laughter.

I realize they think
I am the adult
the parent they command and

naps are regulated
at best a guilty pleasure
not unlike Friends or
Micheal Buble at Christmas

they’re wrong

of course


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