Hey Mom

Where’s my sweater?

Where’s my shoe?

Hey Mom, where’s

that shirt I like, you know,

the one.

Unzip me.

Wipe me.

Drive me.

Buy me.

Where’s the glue?

Where’s my crayons?

Do we have any bleach?

Why?

For the Experiment.

I don’t want to.

You can’t make me.

You don’t understand.

I’m in my room.

(Slam)

Why are we going?

Do we have to?

I locked the screen door

from the inside, now you have

to unscrew the hinges to

get into the house.

I threw up.

I peed the bed.

This is bleeding.

There’s so much snot

on my sleeve. Because

I was wiping my nose

with it.

I love you.

You’re funny.

I know you have

my nose.

Thanks for the jeans.

Thanks for the genes.

Thanks.

Happy Mother's Day, all you Mothers.