Tuesday April 8
(after Bernadette Mayer)
an overcast somewhat warm day someone is the city is having
a beautiful time doing i don't know what. i begin writing this
and the baby intervenes by biting a yellow crayon pointing
at the microwave to deflect attention then grabbing my pen
bobbing his head to the music crayon breath geh-geh-geh
he says and bites my scalp a little where i crouch on the floor.
that sad velvet underground song comes on "ain't got nuthin'
at all." then e bites a big hunk off the green crayon and i stop
to clean it off his teeth. we say bleh at each other and he runs
away come back! "oh sweet nuthin' ain't got nuthin' at all."
microwave beeps again the last few sips of coffee. when the baby
sets something down, he does so carefully and takes his hands away
with fingers delicately outstretched but i turn around and the red
and green crayons he just set down aren't there. what if he waved
his hands and disappeared them? gosh. no here they are
on his coat. sleight of hand. now that "makes no difference"
song. rick danko is my favorite from the band besides
levon helm. but this is my morning jacket. e is now
busy in his playpen. says, "ah."