By Them, 'I Agreed Poem by James McLain

So, maybe the issue was more
a lack of communication skills than of not being normal parents.
Any way who defines,
decent normal parents divine each is being hungry.
What if we did cross-nurse
and people found out?
What if our children preferred the taste of the others milk
over the mothers and then you found out?
I felt deeply around inside,
mindful at the thought of you telling anyone.
I was more the talker— superficially going on it is easy,
but essentially tightly unbound out and up late all night.
But you are married too commonly much and milkers.
It is to late,
that they are, when you want them to be, to do this?
You asked and I was so infatuated by them, I agreed.
After all,
You and I, still vacuum each others houses.
Look at how large they have grown,
like weeds they are and still stoutly, clearly growing.