"bubbles!"
he says with his red juicy lips pursed as if he could breathe a bubble.
laughter ensues as he reaches and grasps all the air pockets floating around us.
later,
i sigh into a chair
reading
"mother drowns her children in bathtub"
bubbles.
grasping for pockets of floating air
juicy, red lips pursed as if they could breathe.
maybe they did not writhe in water but only floated looking into their mother's calm, distant eyes and sank airless into peace.
i watch him sleeping . . .watch the rise and fall of his small belly
ribs
chest
he is peaceful.
he gulps in air and looks into my eyes drawing me closer
closer
closer
still closer until we are breathing in the same air
he yawns in deep gulps of air and i see one solitary bubble
an orb of air clinging to me
he reaches grabs squeals laughs
"bubbles!"
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