Fifteen days of fighting with medicine.
Sleepless nights pregnant with baby's cries.
Postponed errands, yet cleaning feels impossible.
Thank God for Sesame Street songs.
I need some time for myself.
This week, my boyfriend's son decorated
My walls with bright blue stickers.
He taught Equis to say Daddy
And consistently asked for more cereal,
More Power Rangers and more books.
I already miss his grateful smile.
He tosses toys at it instead.
When Equis can't press Playstation buttons,
He throws himself to the floor.
His pants are soaked in medicine
Because Equis hates the pink liquid.
Between munches of his rice cracker,
My son's still whining this morning.
After tearing pages from a book
And slobbering an outlet plug cover,
He hands me a plastic doughnut
And laughs when I eat it.