Micro


You are so little that I can’t
Help but wonder as I
Micromanage your tiny
Spirit — what difference does
It make? I’ll choose today’s
Sandals and tomorrow’s salad
Dressing and it’s all the small
Stuff that I’m not having to
Sweat so I wipe away the
Beads from the floor underneath
Your feet to keep you
Safe and
Finish
My daily flaggelations,
Remembering to
And ask you if you’d
Like chocolate or
Vanilla– good girl me!
As if I’ve
Conquered
All
My personal
Beasts in
A single
Micro
Minute.

— from the road