Imperfect Trinities
I have two adulterish children
with ADHD
and some disconcerting levels
of unemployable diversity.
They go through each day
with three parts harmony:
I want this,
I want that,
and then
I want this Other Thing.
In this they remind me
of me more than not:
I want food,
I want drink,
I want
either sex,
or more likely a toilet,
or most likely just a nap,
but not really all resttime three.
That would be way too messy
to prefer
as a rule
for a perfect trinity.
And so we march on
through our not so diverse rounds
of hyperactivity
I want this
then want that
then these Other
feeding and bleeding
restorative Things.
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