INCREASE-DECREASE

Dope piece Griffin. Really. Here’s the response.

I said
Mom it’s just like when you were pregnant with me
And you knew I was in you and when I got out
You cradled me and coddled me and cuddled me
And nursed me and nurtured me and spent as much
Time with me as you could so I could
Grow and do something good

This is kinda like that
Labor and passion
Obsession about growing
Something good to be a part of
Unwilling to be apart from

And she laughed and said I had a lot to learn
And that I needed to get a job like she and
Apparently all other parents guardians caregivers do
So I wouldn’t be cradling and coddling and cuddling
What I’ve birthed my obsession
On the street

Where it can’t be nursed
And it can’t be nurtured
Because I its daddy can barely breathe
Drowning in my own empty stomach
Growing nothing good with
Nothing to give it