grocery lists

little baby angel,

wake me up at noon and teach me

to sit comfortably in stillness, to make grocery lists,

to pay the debts of attention and collect receipts.

I won’t brush my hair, but I’ll think about something for a really long time.

I won’t wake up on time, but I’ll pick up the phone if your name’s on the screen.

little baby god,

wake me up and teach me.