Matt Caliri Poet Prose Poetry

I'M Not Five

I was going to jump on the bed at midnight
While she slept to wish her a happy birthday.
But she looked so asleep and it was so quiet.
I did it anyway because it's funnier to go through with it.
It's not like I'm throwing a nerf ball at her head.
So I get my knees on the bed and hop up-and-down
And "whisper-yell," "happy birthday happy birthday."
And she's not upset, in fact, she's giggling. 
And she whispers to me that she loves me.
I whisper to her that I love her, too.
And I leave the room with the bed
I just jumped and sang on.
And I'm 32.
I mean it's not like I fell off the bed
While jumping and hurt my head.
And made an owie.
I'm not 5.

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Liberty Robbins January 5, 2012 at 1:42 PM Ha Ha. Silly love's my favorite.

Morgan Corthell November 27, 2011 at 8:05 AM ha ha ha i liked it,it reminds me of my dog,she will bite my feet till i get up

Tony Lane November 27, 2011 at 5:42 AM My wife says that I got stuck at 9.

Harry Horsman November 27, 2011 at 4:59 AM Hey, Just for the hell of it, Matt. who is she? your wife or daughter. i really like this, awesome poem, glad i came by. harry