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Marilyn Cavicchia lives in Chicago with her husband, two children, one box turtle, and three fancy goldfish. She is an editor at the American Bar Association. Two of her poems appeared in the February '11 issue of Literary Mama. Other publications in which her poems have appeared, or soon will, include: the summer '11 issue of The Sow's Ear Poetry Review, the fall/winter issue of The Aurorean, and an upcoming issue of Alimentum.
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Ut Ut Ut. Tha.
By Marilyn Cavicchia
February 6, 2011
I want I want I want. Thank you.
I want I want I want your spoon
your cup the Cheerio on the floor,
to palm it and feed you. Thank you.
I want I want I want you to hold me
I want I want I want your neck into shoulder
where I rest my face, grab onto you;
I say, "Awww" and you do, too,
I pat you and you pat me,
the point of your chin rubbing
the hair no hair on the back of my head.
Thank you.
I want I want I want to be a bigger boy
I want I want I want you to see me
running, lifting my push toy,
pivoting with it, slamming it down.
Hear me make noise! Witness
my feats of strength! I am not a baby.
Thank you. I want I want I want
you to pick me up again,
only you I want I want I want.
I want to be here. I wanted to come here.
Thank you.
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I've tried to write something like this without much success, but you've captured it very nicely!