it started with the things you do, because you can.
and when you get away with them, sometimes
unscrupulously, there are messy words I want to say;
you have messy words you won’t say, too–grasping
for the precise, concise ones you intend to use,
though I’d say life is much messier than tidy language.
probably I’m going to want to discuss something more
than you. and you warn me of any forthcoming tantrums
you might have and of the anticipated regret for how you
could handle their resolutions, or their fizzle-outs, preferred.
I lament how you don’t grant yourself permission to simply
be this way, though I honor your onward path to betterness.
December 21, 2014