Dan Coman

CHICCO - Poem by Dan Coman

i wake up every morning before five
and like this, unwashed without tobacco
like this, in the dark and cold
i get out of bed on all fours
feeling for it.
before five he's no more than a glass bead
when I touch him whoosh
leaping to some other part of the room.
i pick him up quickly, using only two fingers
roll him only on the carpet
lest he make noise and
wake the girls.
so it's this way at five on all fours with this sun
this sun in the room rolled for hours on end
until like a snowball it grows quite large
until it begins to brighten begins to warm
though it's only after growing so large
brighter and warmer
it's only then that the sweat pours out
the chicco sun sweating likes a grown man
and at eight when the girls wake up
they must open the window
needing nearly an hour to air out the room.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2018

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