hugs and kisses go a long way, when words are so stuck, hiding underneath squamous cells and cilia. so wash them down with a beer or two, munch on some triscuits and lock my fingers into yours. it's okay, really, okay...
and when little hands reach for me, encircle my thigh, it is sweet. how you didn't want me to go away, how you wanted me to stay and play. and i do what i always do, i grab a pencil and paper and do my best drawings of cats and dogs and birds and mice, and you add your creations, smearing imagination running way too slow for your thoughts...i rip the perforated edges and fanfold them to make cutout stars and them place them on your head. and you my little parrot, do the same, we're princesses, we're queens, for today...
bloom little woman, bloom...