Where I Don’t Belong
In today’s installment of what’s beautiful,
I only first found what was broken,
until I caught a fleeting glimpse
of what laid beneath. My son’s hair a rat’s nest,
but shining through were those
mischievous chocolate eyes.
My daughter sitting on the car seat,
a tired and irritable mess of
not wanting to go to camp, and
crumbs stuck to the back of ripped leggings
because she had saved her cookie
just for me. Today’s hot yoga was a dusty mat
and a space heater in my