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Poetry | February 2011

Ut Ut Ut. Tha.

By Marilyn Cavicchia

I want I want I want. Thank you.
I want I want I want your spoon
your cup the Cheerio on the floor,
to palm it and feed you. Thank you.

I want I want I want you to hold me
I want I want I want your neck into shoulder
where I rest my face, grab onto you;
I say, “Awww” and you do, too,
I pat you and you pat me,
the point of your chin rubbing
the hair no hair on the back of my head.
Thank you.

I want I want I want to be a bigger boy
I want I want I want you to see me
running, lifting my push toy,
pivoting with it, slamming it down.
Hear me make noise! Witness
my feats of strength! I am not a baby.
Thank you. I want I want I want
you to pick me up again,
only you I want I want I want.

I want to be here. I wanted to come here.
Thank you.

2 replies on “Ut Ut Ut. Tha.”

francesca segresays:
February 8, 2011 at 12:44 am

loved this. beautiful. the only poetry I’ve read in months!

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Daynasays:
February 15, 2011 at 11:36 am

I’ve tried to write something like this without much success, but you’ve captured it very nicely!

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