Now I’ve said too many things, as pensive as an apiary <br />Of afflicted numbers, <br />And now I question the space between our bodies, and how <br />To rush through that space to find you: <br />There you are another night as brown as your rabbits in the <br />Clutches of his abusive arms, <br />And I don’t want to think of you too long there, or I will walk <br />To your house again and sleep on your <br />Roof: <br />I will pretend that it is another Christmas and slip treats through <br />The windows of your children, <br />So that they might love me, even though I know I can never <br />Take the place of their father: <br />There are still other ships to sail, and the burning grottos <br />Lactating on the missing shores; <br />Maybe you have sisters there who you cannot yet remember, <br />But let me take you to them, <br />And then we can all drive to Orlando and spend a happy <br />Weekend at Disney World.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-weekend/
