I’m going to start a business of making words for you.

You have stop signs for feet.

PLAYING THE DOZENS WITH MY SON BY PAMELA SUMNERS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 74

“You are a master of inconsequence.”

“What does that mean?”

“A person who thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips but who leaves no impact.”

“You mean like a bee-sting on cardboard?”

“Yes. That’s marvelous. Can I have it for a poem?”

“May I,” he correc…