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Potato Chips With a Fairy Boy
I am glum and dejected.
I am on the couch, on the chair.
My long lost teenage son visits me.
Don't get me wrong, I have eaten.
This hunger I feel is otherworldly.
He knocks at the door.
He has been dropped off--Daniel.
"Hi!" he yells and floats through the air.
I am glad to see him.
Memories floating all around me.
He has a bag of Lays potato chips.
I better have soda.
"How long are you going to stay?" I ask.
"Not long," his airy reply.
He's not there anyway,
so what should I miss?
He's all smiles and beauty and seems to
want to hop cheerily through my living room.
I'm lonely--but not bizarre lonely.
My son is good to see,
but his fairy nature disquiets me.
When he finally sits down,
I'm suddenly one of his punk friends.
He has plenty of good-natured
talk for me,
and then he is out the door,
and into the car.
He reminded me of me doing a superficial
custody visit.
And so, affection, I have no philosophy for you.
I am on the couch, on the chair.
My long lost teenage son visits me.
Don't get me wrong, I have eaten.
This hunger I feel is otherworldly.
He knocks at the door.
He has been dropped off--Daniel.
"Hi!" he yells and floats through the air.
I am glad to see him.
Memories floating all around me.
He has a bag of Lays potato chips.
I better have soda.
"How long are you going to stay?" I ask.
"Not long," his airy reply.
He's not there anyway,
so what should I miss?
He's all smiles and beauty and seems to
want to hop cheerily through my living room.
I'm lonely--but not bizarre lonely.
My son is good to see,
but his fairy nature disquiets me.
When he finally sits down,
I'm suddenly one of his punk friends.
He has plenty of good-natured
talk for me,
and then he is out the door,
and into the car.
He reminded me of me doing a superficial
custody visit.
And so, affection, I have no philosophy for you.
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Potato Chips With a Fairy Boy
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