we were talking about how they say men end up marrying their mother and girls their father
i ask not for my father's guilt tripping
but that silly sense of humor can stay
now i ask if you think my brother is like your father
and you say only with his temper
and i see similar explosions
you ask me if you're like my mother
and i say yes you are
you take it as a compliment
i do too
i tell you you're sweet and caring
and you're a nurse.
you shake your head at me
"I'm not a nurse."
"yes, you are."
and I imagine you with a tray of snacks
'Can I get you anything? Do you want something to drink? "
you host when it's not even your house
you attend to the unattendable
you want to shine light on the smallest of seeds
you're a nurse