I'm still very unsure about these pokadots...I like them...but it's hard to write criticism of anti-gay people, war, and the Times against dots! I'm hard at work on my second book....here's one small poem from
The Field Guide to Domesticity.
It is the second to last day in October.
My son sits coldly on the outside
stair, his shoes and socks strewn
I have managed to get my coat on,
but my shirt is backward
and inside out.
This is not because I am handicapped,
just persistently inattentive.
We are Scorpios (my son and I).
Today is hid fourth birthday.
In eleven days, I will be 37.
According to my son’s small logic
he is more stubborn than me.
Boy, I have got news for him.