Monday, January 26, 2009

Pantoum for Hank

Pantoum for Hank

It’s dinner time and he refuses to eat
the casserole I made. In addition,
he rains apple juice on the carpet
to get under my skin; he relishes each squeeze.

The casserole I made, in addition
to being healthy, is all we have tonight.
Worry is under my skin, relishing the squeeze
of the last week of the month.

But he finds joy in apple juice-rebellion
and launches a secondary attack, discharging casserole
at the counter and my head.

He launches this secondary attack, discharging the casserole.
He rains apple juice on the carpet.
It’s dinner time and he refuses to eat.


  1. Best picture ever. And the poem was pretty cool, too.

  2. I like how the lines interact in new ways every time. I always had trouble with that when I wrote pantoums.

  3. Jesus, he looks like E in this picture.