Crab Fest
The nights I sleep are the nights I stopped
dreaming, so I stayed up and watched him.
His lips fluttering to get rid of nuisances
from his lungs. I prayed for him and prayed
he'll appreciate me telling him to rinse mouth
after Crab Fest. He stirred, reached for me,
he cracked a nut, went back to sleep,
and I remember saying, "God help our son."
Copyright © Francis Brown | Year Posted 2020
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