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?”
s-a-n-c-t-i-m-o-n-y
“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
“please?”
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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