Eraser Cleaning Redux

Will my son one day
Explain the moon to me
On a street corner
In earshot of a passing stranger?
I already know the moon so well.
But maybe I'll pretend? 
I'll be the part that's only sort of there
Slowly eclipsed by a brazen boy.

Hue

You're all good people it took me 37 years to realise.
I'm lying about my age now.
I'm moving my birthday forwards in lieu of anything else to report.

I didn't even see Satan last night,
and so impressed that you all seemed closer to yourselves,
I left you to it,
gathered everyone I'd ever abandoned, stepping them out from behind the a-pillar.

They scratched their heads and tilted their hands at me,
I'm too passive to now what them
but essentially they're all fine, gone if not forgotten.

We're all kerplunking through each other on facing screens and I report to myself that
here there's no such thing as a straight fall.

i don't know why
you do the things you do
he gave you a gift
you tore it to shreds in mere minutes
i cleaned up the mess

i don't know why
you do the things you do
you cry out in the middle of the night
waking everyone with your panicked screams
i try to calm the nighttime stress

i don't know why
you do the things you do
when you see a stranger on the street
and puff your chest a little more
telling everyone not to come any closer

i don't know why
you do the things you do
your obsession with the cat
chasing her around the house
unsure what you will do if you ever catch her

i don't know why
you do the things you do
but i wish you would just stop.

On friendly terms

Like a younger sister

or an older sister?

It’s all the same:

Needling and nagging.

You can always do it better.

You shake your head

at my persistence

but the seat’s always warm,

even when it’s not.

You make me laugh

And maybe you like me too.

I am your bird

and you are my fish.