The Vacation
Here we are
Covered in ticks
The children lunging toward the pond
In defiance of any vestigial sense
Of self-preservation.
When we enter
My monkey tries to break the dishwasher
Then the washing machine
Before settling on spraying water about the kitchen.
Later we lock ourselves out of the cabin
My phone and the car keys inside.
Whenever we eat at a restaurant
My monkey howls and throws feces
While my juvenile ape eggs him on.
When it is bedtime they jump and laugh
And beat each other, bouncing off of the daybed
Like caffeinated frogs.
After two hours, there is nothing left in the tank
and so we lie down for an uneasy sleep.
The next time I'll light my money on fire.
It was an experience.
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