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Poetry | October 2004

Daddy Lover

By Catherine Newman

Our tousled son sits at the table
hunched over a pair of round magnets.
He is trying to figure it out:
How close together can you tease them
before their embrace becomes inevitable?
I watch one give itself over and speed to the other
where it locks with a click.
And I think of you.

I make lunch for our children:
cold pasta wheels, cottage cheese, carrot nubs.
When I pull a hot-dog from the microwave,
the meaty tube strains,
steaming, in its taut skin.
And I think of you.

And then laugh out loud.

We are parents.
But still something else, too:
The thing that got us here
in the first place.
You with your dark hair,
your sly smile.
your slinky moves.

Come here, Baby.
Let me unzip you from that Daddy costume.
You can put it right back on —
I promise —
when I’m done with you.

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