Clipping Koltin
Ryan Malone
My wife cuts his toenails
and he laughs like slapstick.
A sweetm rolling roar
that jumps from the couch
and splashes the ceiling
and tickles her ears
and scares all her cats.
He’s just six, and he’s not her son,
but oh, she is lucky...
Because She is His History.
Telling him stories
and watching him grow
and witnessing things
that his mother
who drinks
will certainly
certainly
always forget.
His sweet, rolling roar.
His sad little eyes.
And his joy
that’s like everything good in the world.
My wife cuts hiw toenails
and he laughs like slapstick.
He’s just six, and he’s not her son.
