Giraffes will kick their children over
when they try to stand at birth.
The nature special exhibits this
sad comedy as it happens time
and time again, until the infant
stands on wobbling knees and takes
a step backward to catch itself.
Then the mother starts to run.
John says this is what god intended
parenting to be, formative and
brutal––Kara says he's full of something
she fails to enunciate as the child
hefts its still-damp lank, takes
a buckling step and begins
to sprint. Commercials follow, buttoning
the moment shut, and I think, among
the empty pizza boxes and the couch
cushions none of us can stop
eviscerating piece by tiny piece, maybe
this is time's estranging project: that
every memory recalled can be altered;
that even when you tell the truth
someone will think you are lying.
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