Catch Some Wide Eye

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell

sanctuary is a clandestine seat
in the womb of the soul
philip turns his head towards me
fist still clenched around pencil nub
“how do you spell sanctimony?”
“k, thanks”
as surreptitious as fate,
bluebirds meet in the yard
framed by window panes draped
in rose-patterned fabric
there is a clinking of beaks
“so when i’ve finished this,
can i go play on the computer?”
philip has hungry eyes, hungry hands
he is so young, so new to it all
but who am i to fight it?
“you’re awesome!”
but am i?


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