When your son
reached across
my hot plate
and speared his
fork into
my hash browns,
I fought the
primal urge
to stab my
fork into
his grubby
little paw.
writer, teacher, & music nerd
When your son
reached across
my hot plate
and speared his
fork into
my hash browns,
I fought the
primal urge
to stab my
fork into
his grubby
little paw.