The Sleep Sack It’s Prehistoric Boys Two, a scroll-down choice, but you can’t tell they’re dinosaurs from the doorway. Instead it looks like a house dress, floral, and he a puttering housewife pacing and muttering. Or it’s a robe and he’s a tiny priest. When his brother comes in he anoints him with teething drool, touching his head.
Annie Powell Stone (she/ her) is a writer, tutor, and fan of peanut butter toast living in Baltimore City with her husband and two kiddos. Read more of her poetry on Instagram: @anniepowellstone.