Ode to Matty’s Prescription Glasses
I’m sure they’re yours
Plastic, wire stems curve around
Your pink ears
Found them lying next to a ConAir hairbrush,
Antibacterial body wash,
A tube of Colgate written in German
Lubriderm or Sperm?
Lenses glass the biggest blue eyes
Jimmy the Grout
Oscar the Grout
You can dress me up, but you can’t take my grout
The Grout Wall of China
Three strikes, you’re grout
Alexander the Grout
Sucked on a big fat grout
Who let the dogs grout?
What’s all the grout about?
You can take our lives, but you can never take our grout
What you talkin’ grout, Willis?
For a grout time call…
All grout things must come to an end
Ain’t life grout?
No grout about it
Au grout potatoes
Grout of Ages
Grout: the other white meat
Out with the grout
I got a grout idea
Take me grout to the ball game
Looking for Jasmin
Mama woke me up
Screaming like she was crazy.
“I can’t find her, I can’t find Jaz!
Have you seen her?”
She searched every room,
Stomping through the den,
The blue and white kitchen,
The dining room with beige, stained carpet.
My niece is lost, a grandmama frantic in the house
I wipe sleep out of my eyes, stung by the sun.
I check outside in the driveway, the garage,
Behind plastic bags of winter clothes.
“I found her,” Ma yelled.
“Where was she?” I asked.
“She was in my bathroom
About to flush my dentures down the toilet.”