11 December, 2005

Found Poem: Heather B. Armstrong

After ten consecutive minutes
of yelling
Leta* began beating the mattress
with her fists.

I understood that she was
upset,
but I had a hard time
not laughing
because the sound was
so pitiful.

Did she think that she was being
intimidating?

I WILL BEAT THIS SOFT SURFACE
WITH MY PLUM-SIZED FISTS
UNTIL YOU TAKE ME
SERIOUSLY.
______________________
*Leta is 22 months old.
At The Dooce.
I stole the idea of found blog poetry from James Stevens-Arce.

1 Comments:

Blogger Tessa said...

Heh. I'm quite fond of Dooce, if only because her attitude to parenting resonates soundly. They ARE little overlords!

12 December, 2005 19:48  

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