Flutter Upper Abdomin

Our children are our children.
'll wash your feet, cut her hair.
We will tell stories to invoke sleep.
moved away the beasts of the forest.
seek toys schools and umbrellas.
fight fever by their beds. The
will show you the sea.
abjure the rope and shadow domain.
Or not.
breathing will grow our decay. Subjects
our tables of the law. Eating
the hand of the executioner,
of business for the calculation, the tiger tamer.
ventriloquist dolls, laying hens, roosters
tainted capital.
Or drink a mixture
unconscious to be, if they can discern;
be a poison and wind stirred.
What other options are our children, whatever form
their homes, if no letter
Paris,
if Paris does not exist and can not raise them?



Pictured: Ellen De Generes and Portia de Rossi. Spouses.