Love Each Other

“You made me mother@$&#%, Now deal with the power and the glory,” Is what I imagine my baby saying to me in a certain photo. Ultimately, this is the crowd that seeks my name. The phone call I will not take. The incomprehensible window. Life, the siege, the storm, the serenade. Slow that tempo, Big Joe. Careful be your waves. Lay light your woes. No one owns the sun. I am your brother’s toes.