poem to my niece on
her second birthday
as you get older
you realize more and more each day
that people are despicable gas bags
and half of what they say is a lie
the other half is nothing but false promises in the rain
the point is, kid
i don’t know your laugh
i don’t know your smile
your eye color is a mystery to me
yet we are bound by so much lackluster bullshit
where do we even get started?
we are time’s cursed gene pool
a walk in the park only in my head
a trip to the zoo that will never happen
hell, i can’t even get your mother to thank me
for your birthday gift
two books and gift card
because that’s what you give
when you don’t know shit about shit
when flesh and blood react like virtual strangers
but i don’t need her thanks
it’s enough right now to know that you’re out there
trying to get by in this world
her false sentiment would only spoil the moment
and i have less and less time for artifice each day
besides
if we’re being honest here
it’s not as though i’ve tried to be in your life
so let’s just say
happy birthday
and get on with this business of living
i hope it’s a good one baby girl
because you’re going to have one hell of a climb
in these families
i’m sure our paths will cross
sooner rather than later
and then we can collide like the cosmos
with you telling me everything
and me taking it all in
like i’m the child in need of loving consultation.
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