I would prefer not to risk explaining my life.
The baby wants to crawl across the table
so we pull aside the candles and let her.
She seems to know she’s getting away
with something unusual. Her mother offers
a sippy cup, confiscates the last of the forks.
When the old people leave, we rearrange
the furniture and worry for them. I’m not good
at answering their questions. Nothing I say
feels accurate. Better I volunteer to fetch
and carry. Or lean against the back rail
Cover Page Footnote
A Celebration was originally published at Booth.
Booth: Vol. 7
, Article 2.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol7/iss4/2