Tired Zombies

or, "Bedtime"

As many of my regular readers know, I love my family. I have a wife (what a thing to “have”), three children (you definitely “have” those, even more so if you’re a woman), one wonderful co-parent (a woman…shocking), and even a dog (also female). I am, truly, surrounded by women and one beautiful boy. Here is a little glimpse into a certain nightly hour in our home.

beautiful arguments take place 
at 8 pee m
logic is for sailors
and tired zombies
in this house they come in pairs

in a small sincere voice
dinosaur poop suddenly becomes
regular poop
in hopes that more minutes
will be granted

the glass must be half full
Poreous the otter must be tucked in just right
half tight
for he or she may turn into
Mr. Cuddles overnight

you never know