only thirty hours old • the new mother swears she’s been told• the half Hawaiian is about to leave her planned parenthood fold • screaming at phones ever since she stopped listening • the new baby girl won’t even make the christening • the ill-informed often speak only while crying • it’s only stupid parents that get too close to almost dying
knowing I should speak to a trained or briefed anyone • who really knows what the heck is fucking going on • still it’s nice to see the good sam tower • after driving with a good excuse 90 miles an hour
at the sight of doctors and nurse • I also came to fear too much the worse • with one pound on shatterproof glass wire • with a look as if my hair caught a pretty blue fire • I kept myself from unwarranted screaming • I too have been roused from every day dreaming
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two doctors and every nurse on good sam floor three • their faces masked solemnly • they looked at each other all shaking their covered heads • my first time feeling the throat knife of parental dread • I’m guilt-convinced mortal flaw lies in me • buying into all the ignorance with every insincerity • how will I live knowing • The Pineapple is gone before she gets her fair shot at what it’s like growing
like the red sea dressed in Polynesian themed scrubs • they parted to make me see what my sins have done to the poor woman-cub • all the drink and the drugs and mistakes made to date • are to blame for the brevity of my only child’s two-day long fate
like a Mexican Moses shown promised land • I saw the fully formed sleeper getting a vitamin E tan • her Caesarian head perfectly round • being spared the squeezing where most are born found
she starts to violently shake!!!
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oh ... she’s just stretching in dreams about being awake
her perfectly round head was spared • from the burden of having unruly hair • and all that goes into its never ending women’s care • yes all new parents are self-convinced • theirs is the fairest of all princess and prince • but the Mexican Pineapple* with the perfectly round head and jaundiced tan • will be told she’s too good for any mere mortal man
she’ll have hair soon enough • long and straight and as black as Wesley Snipes is tough • only moments after thinking she’s dead • finds me crafting the toast for the evening she’s wed
she’ll be dressed in long taffida white • I’ll be sober and avoid her Mom and not fight • the words I wrote in my head that panic unsafe day • when someone screamed she’d be taken away • I learned that in DNA only the Pineapple is half mine • because time and tide promises no one enough time • she will be who she is in her life • I should have pledged to keep her from strife
When the Pineapple gets married I’ll have no one to give away • I’ve already set both our fates with decisions make up to that day
And still today always learning from not learning enough • present day the The Pineapple owns a house and is Wesley Snipes tough • she’s even had better dads • but I’ll only fall further behind if I drink myself sad
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