Love Poem: Crab Fest
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Written by: Francis Brown

Crab Fest

The nights I sleep are the nights I stopped 
dreaming, so I stayed up and watched him.
His lips fluttering to get rid of nuisances 
from his lungs. I prayed for him and prayed
he'll appreciate me telling him to rinse mouth 
after Crab Fest. He stirred, reached for me,
he cracked a nut, went back to sleep,
and I remember saying, "God help our son."