Who are these teething tots
What are these tiny tendons tying me to these teething tots
Wailing for their walters
Weeping for their walters
Crying at the altar
Who are these people when I’m tossing my head up at the sky
My nose is in the air
My neck is too tired to hold it up
Head full of thoughts
It’s weighing me back like a bowling ball
Head up at the sky
Heaving big old sighs
But nothing I’ll do
Nothing I’ve done
Just things, other people
Whirling around me
Waiting at the walters
Waving at the altars
Throw my head back and sigh
My back of the head touches the tops of my shoulders
My overalls come undone
I’m a working woman walking home
Writing poems
When does it ever stay still
I don’t
I know it doesn’t
But you gotta think sometimes it does
Gotta think that you’re anchored with kisses at this point
You gotta think your feet are anchored to the ground with squeaking shoes
When you sigh they hold you down
Head up at the sky
Heaving big old sighs
What are these teething tendons