Here comes Uzaier

I could hear his steps
coming closer and closer,
tap, tap, tap, tap.
Stop.
Turn back.

Then the steps again,
tap, tap, tap, tap.
Stop.
Door banged!

Now, not the steps,
but the thud
upon the alphabets,
stirring the hotwheels in the basket,
like a current causing the underwater waves.

There goes B-Machine,
flies away the Twin Mill,
Way-2-Fast twists and turns,
Phastasm and Turboa twirls and churns.
Stop. Got it. The Overbored.

Chubby left cheek on the capital V,
tiny thumb presses the Wheel.
There you go, move, move,
you bore me,
fly away.
Bang! Hit the fan.

Now the steps again,
tap, tap, tap, tap.
Fade away.
Yelling.

Mommy
Dec. 8th 2006
10.05 a.m.