gibberish

I want to listen, I do, honest, but these people keep jibber-jabbing their gibberish and it makes me want to run around with my hands over my ears but instead I raise my voice to drown out the nonsense, so sure that my words are sensible or at least they have a beginning, middle, and end that flow into one another, unlike this guy prattling on about God-knows-what and I mean that literally because I honestly don't think God himself could sort that into a coherent set of statements, but then again what do I know and who am I to judge, I'm just a girl trying to listen by talking too loud.

do as I say

Mothering must be
intrinsically hypocritical,
I decided;
then made my apologies,
repented,
and asked his forgiveness,
feeling the weight
of the next sixteen years
suspended
in the space between
us.
He cocked his head,
like he does,
tickled my arm,
and pretended not to hear
the question,
but today I will take
what I can get.