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Big Boys
One less happy birthday to go
Why do they have to grow?
Warm Parel water, shrieks of joy
“Perdjie, perdjie, kan jy my hoog gooi?”1
Out of breath, being chased by our girls
but also time, they never stop
Out of breath.
Calm hours in her bed, next day I waste
What am I chasing? Days are copy/paste.
Big boys banging war drums and flashing their fangs
Little girls want long cuddles with their dads
The big boys can go fuck themselves to hell
My legacies are worth more than your life.
Footnotes
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Afrikaans for: “Horsie, horsie, can you throw me high?” — a child asking to be tossed in the air. ↩