Song Beside a Sippy Cup Poem

Song Beside a Sippy Cup Poem

In the never truly ever
truly dark dark night, ever
blinds-zipped, slat-cut,
dark-parked light,
you (late) touch my toes
with your broad flat own
horny-nailed cold toes.
Clock-tock, wake-shock.
In the ever truly never
truly long long night, our
little snoring-snarling
wild-child mild-child,
starling-darling wakes every,
two, three (you-sleep) hours,
in the never truly ever,
truly lawn brawn fawn dawn.

Jenny Factor
first published in The Beloit Poetry Journal, vol. 51, no. 4, Summer 2001

Song Beside a Sippy Cup Poem

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