April 3 Poetry Challenge The Son Also Sulks

I’m taking away from his day
of nothing by forcing him to hang out
and possibly do things with me
like lunch, buying stuff for a project
I’ve been nagging him about.

Most times we exist in car rides
and me asking too many questions
to the empty headphoned air
the side eyed glance
the love you mom of force
reckon with this
my sweet brown eyed boy
who held my hand in his left
and a Thomas the Train in his right

He remembers to say Thank You
when he slams the car door
arriving as he does to anywhere
but here, but there, but with us

We both had higher hopes, higher loves
didn’t we?

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About Margaret Elysia Garcia

Margaret Elysia Garcia primarily writes fiction, essays and poetry from a remote corner of the Sierra Nevada. She's currently working on a non-fiction book regarding body positivity through plus-sized alternative modeling .She blogs here and at Throwing Chanclas. And is the co-founder of Pachuca Productions a Latina owned microtheatre in Plumas County, California
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One Response to April 3 Poetry Challenge The Son Also Sulks

  1. jenny says:

    WAHHHH! Beautifulllll.

    my sweet brown eyed boy who held my hand in his left and a Thomas the Train in his right

    On Tue, Apr 3, 2018 at 1:07 PM, Tales of a Sierra Madre wrote:

    > margaretelysiagarcia posted: “I’m taking away from his day of nothing by > forcing him to hang out and possibly do things with me like lunch, buying > stuff for a project I’ve been nagging him about. Most times we exist in car > rides and me asking too many questions to the empty ” >

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