Terrible two was stuffing his face
\nwith salty yellow little biscuit
\nfish-shapes. He would dump
\na handful into a glass bowl
\nand stagger around, munching.<\/p>\n
Pulpy yellow biscuit would
\ndribble down his chin and fingers
\ninto the glass bowl like
\nketchup onto new tie.<\/p>\n
The photographer was weeping,
\nthinking perhaps of more pleasant
\ntasks, like sewer patrol in July.<\/p>\n
Mother was rummaging among the sale on
\npedal-pushers, searching for her lost youth.<\/p>\n
The youth in question had found the bottom of the bag.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Terrible two was stuffing his face with salty yellow little biscuit fish-shapes. He would dump a handful into a glass bowl and stagger around, munching. Pulpy yellow biscuit would dribble down his chin and fingers into the glass bowl like … Continue reading