Cecilia Simon, Ten Months and a Day

No, I don't want mashed potatoes

On an airplane spoon

Swooping into my hanger.

No cute carrots or rolling peas either.

I want to chew hard biscuits,

And laugh and grab

And shout at your table.

My rattle and your pans are what I want,

The loudest instruments.

I want to hit them,

I want to yell and sing

I want down and around,

To hear the spoon hitting the pans,

Here the block bang the pantry door,

And the china cup explode on the tiled wall,

Like my vegetables on your linoleum floor.

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