Sleep Over

Family Poems

Poem

 

My nephew turned five
and asked me to sleep over

the other day.

We’d spent most of it together:

going for dim sum,
then a puppet show,
kicking the Hover Ball,
building
Magformers,

wrestling, and
fixing our eyes on two episodes
of Penguins

of Madagascar.
He blocked the door

when I said I couldn’t,

and tried to leave;

his face tearful
and aware of the shame in pleading.
Or

was he reflecting my shame
in being

first
to teach him distance?

 

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Photograph by Alex Jones

 

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