by Charles Harper Webb
We’re bouncing The Porpis, / Bouncing The Porpis,
Bouncing The Porpis, / That is what he likes.
I made the song up for my son—porp (derived
from Shakespeare’s fretful porpentine) being
the fullness of human emotion—fear, rage, hunger,
need for love and diaper-changing—he conveyed
in cries, shrieks, coos, and general fuss
as I bounced, at 3 a.m., on waves of sleep. Continue reading
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