The dog barks at people we know
and I cannot get him to back down.
We have a tense stand-off
until my husband arrives.
The dog obeys him
and I can walk away.
My hand will no longer
hold the pencil when I ask it to
hold the paintbrush
hold the dish sponge
it simply goes numb in protest.
My 6 year old too is unruly.
Not a shock so much as a given.
What happens to the weak-willed?
We have our sense of humor,
our moments of begging and pleading;
patience and humiliation
our daily compadres.
My helplessness is so complete
it comes with its' own accessories
and reusable decorative box.
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