Pointless - Poem by Mike Finley
Hot summer night and
my infant daughter has had a fever
and I am up with her now around two
and holding her limp in my arms.
She sees my nipples and plucks them,
and a thin smile forms. She gets
the joke, how useless I am,
thank God she is going to get better.
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