Once a time. This Daddy. This Mummy.
This babies. Whee-oh! Whee-oh! Whee-oh!
Uh oh. Don’t worry. The end.
at two this kid knows jeopardy
that without it we have no story
that without story we are no one
that no one is just someone who wasn’t saved
someone was saved is the story:
the pups save the monkey-naut
daddy pig drops his keys down the drain
and mr bull digs up the road
milk soothes a gumsore smile
as new teeth pull up a chair
at two this kid knows jeopardy but not
how it shifts when you’re done growing
how danger becomes a growing stack of envelopes
how your phone is the face of a predator
and a predator is your own face in photographs
glancing offstage in terror and confusion
it is terrible and confusing to be
the same story day after day
to be saved at the same point every time
to look over the edge but never smash
you see a piece of yourself on the ground
and just leave it there
maybe you’ll come back to it later
maybe it’s the only piece that made it
AMY ACRE is the editor of Bad Betty Press, and the author of two pamphlets: And They Are Covered in Gold Light and Where We’re Going, We Don’t Need Roads, each chosen as a PBS Pamphlet Choice.