I live with a personal guru.

He calls me mama.

Can you read the crossword clues to me

While I drive?

He tells me how many letters the answers have,

And what is second letter of the answer may be.

But it may not be,

For as we play this game

I realize, the name of it is not

“Fill the puzzle in correctly,” 

But, “fill the puzzle incorrectly, 

And while you’re at it,

Help yourself to my dyslexia.” 

And then I see the conundrum 

That we call life for what it is:

How it wouldn’t be any fun at all without him.

I live with a personal guru.

He calls me mama.

-jenn