Safe From Mom
his skin is hot, ocean-air scented
as he burrows his head into my shoulder
he does not want his mother
her wild ways and loud voices
have frightened him enough today
have taken every good moment in the sun
and darkened it
as always
his arms are tight around my neck
and he hides his eyes
I love his scent he is pure
boy
salty and clean
he knows my firm hand on his back
is a safety net
and I step away and in front of my wife
to avoid her
keep her away from this boy
who hurts too much too soon
ahh oooo what a cute boy the old woman says
as I juggle the keyes and the towels to open the
car
and is that your wife
through my sunglasses I look at her standing there
hair wild
looking dopy and defiant at once
glaring at anyone looking her way
"oh god yes" I say, unable to swallow "God Help Me"
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