Don’t be embarrassed
about kissing your parents.
You sprang from our loins.

Here, I need a smooch.
“Or what? You’re gonna die, Mom?”
Eventually.

That one was all air!
Take another shot at it…
He made a fast break.

Accidentally
I kiss my son on the mouth.
We both act normal.

“You need a kiss, Mom?”
Yes, please. And I’ll take a hug.
(You seem to need one.)

How many kisses
did I plant on those dimples?
And how many more?

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About the Author

Peyton Price

Peyton Price is the author of Suburban Haiku: Poetic Dispatches From Behind The Picket Fence. She lives in suburbia (of course) with her long-commuting husband (of course) and two above-average children (of course). .