before running to cure my sickness.
Though this Sunday was the first,
the year did not feel new;
every day is a new day
with a hyper sixteen-month-old.
Equis laughed, pressing buttons for music,
and bounced when his madrina visited.
Dominos dominated the early week evenings
with siblings paired against one another
and glasses clanking in cheerful celebration
of last fichas and confident capicus.
so my sister made zeppoles instead;
he still smiled at the candles
while we counted one, two... eleven!
"It was the best day ever!"
he said, shocking both his uncles.
Thursday, I cooked ground turkey ziti
and cleaned maniacally for my parents.
When they arrived, my back hurt
so much, I rudely lied down;
but they were pleased to see
their grandson making a new mess.