iron-ic man
scooping ice cream—
pineapple orange, chocolate chips,
espresso café, cheesecake platoon
squeezing a water bottle
into my mouth like a MAN,
double-check no kid is around—
“Stui, get your glass!”
after elaborate shaving,
i contently let the sink manly natural,
left tiny hairy ants about—
“Mummy, ants in the sink, cool!”
devouring beef jerky in one hand,
chewing salami from Irving,
i must say, the next morning,
to my son —
“BE A GOOD BOY.”