Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Good Poem

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There must be a way to write a good poem
about potty training. Do I mention Greek
mythology in a description of perfect baby
butts, cherub cheeks or the Sistine's glowing

pink globes, folds of rounded skin holding
scrolls, filling corners, framing God as he
extends his arm to Adam. Our eyes cannot
get enough of nakedness. How do I explain

the daily shock that this opinionated, intelligent
human who thinks original thoughts was once
in my body. He asks if Papa has a penis. He asks
if the garbage truck driver has a penis. He asks

what every object is made of, including the walls,
including the plastic potty, tiles, toys, his hands,
pee, hair. My answers are too interesting, too
detailed. He is compelled. Unable to stop. Look,

I say, we're made of dirt, okay. God made us
out of dirt. And he asks what kind of trucks
God used when he made us: Bulldozer?
Back-hoe excavator with treads? Dump truck?

Gantry crane? Construction vehicles whirl
into motion, loose sand suddenly swirling,
building into the storm of questions I have--
about gardens, ribs, and what it means

that something was good.

Crystal Hadidian’s poems have recently appeared in print in Calyx and online in the Konundrum Engine Literary Review. She won the 2010 Linda Hodge Bromberg Literary Award and is the single-parenting contributor at A recent graduate of the San Diego State MFA, she lives in San Diego with her son. Visit her website for more information.

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