A New Way of Understanding
A Poem for Friday and Every Day After
All my life I was a crumple and go boy.
Never even considered being a fold and hold boy.
But when my youngest struggled to keep his underwear streak-free,
My wife taught him her method of wiping.
At first, I scoffed. Let my skeptic heart shield me.
But you can’t argue with results, unduly.
So I locked the door and attempted this new way.
Friend, it’s better.
Leaner.
Cleaner.
Believer.
Has this happened to you? In the comments, I’d love to know what game-changing genius lesson you learned later in life.
Is every revolutionary idea simply someone else’ common-sense solution? What other habits that I take for granted could be discarded for something a hundred times better?!?!
Do you remember my fantasy of creating and editing a body humor/horror literary journal? Yes, this is the poetry I’d champion.
My Secret Fantasy to Editor-In-Chief a Butt-Jokes Literary Magazine
For a while now, but I’ve imagined a future where I publish and edit a litmag.
I’m imagining a million subscribers, easy squeezy.
This is a perfect example of what I've been reminding myself as a writer: Lean into yourself. Who you are. Where you come from. How you wipe. Don't try to run from your true nature. Embrace it. Learn to live with it. Like the skid stain in your underpants.