no child misbehaves
and they have to be in bed
before the parents have
finished digging the graves

perhaps self pity
has me in its factory
making umbrellas and raincoats

or genius
not pulling its weight
paying bills
having cake
we are all waiting to be discovered

child
from tag to it
to off ground touch
child
child that wanted a hug

place my hopes with you
convince you
that you are special
my life is in your hands