Everywhere you look
It’s a shiny new selfie.
Here we are at the beach
They smile with teeth.
Here I am with this amazing burger
Here’s my beautiful new baby
And my perfectly done make-up.
Here we are at the mall
A wonderful time was had by all.
I’m not one for selfies.
What I want to know is
Where’s the rest of it?
Where’s the tantrum at the beach
When you forgot her bucket and shovel?
Where’s the long, greasy hair you found
On top of your side salad?
Where are the bags under your eyes,
The laundry piles,
The stacks of dirty dishes
The overflowing diaper bin
The last clean bottle
Your other kid,
Who you forgot to get dressed today
And has a chocolate milk mustache from lunch
At 4 in the afternoon?
Where’s the dirty looks you got
When you said “No” for the fifth time
When asked if they could get a toy?
Where’s the selfie your daughter took of herself
With the huge booger hanging from her nose?
Or the shot she got of you
In your bathrobe and slippers
No make-up, pre-coffee.
Where’s the real life stuff?
Did you crop it out?
Did you ever even take it?