The Gift of Full Frontal Nudity

My own house
in precious preschool hours.
Space for silence...
for shaving...
for solitude.

For warm,
scented spray,
unsullied by
sudden movement
of tiny bowels.

Stepping out
Forgot my underwear
All alone
No matter.

Picture window.
Broad daylight.
Merry Christmas,
Mr. UPS Man.