breastfed babypoop
looks like mustard
smells like buttermilk
Finn’s face
reddening
little vocal chords
make big grunts
our eyes meet
changing table
standoff
wet diaper in one hand
dry one in the other
I see my son
smile at me
and laugh before
it even
hits me
‘he only smiles
when he’s pooping’
we tell our friends
my explosive
yell and the laughter
which follows
fills the nursery
breastfed babypoop
on my new blue pants
and the floor
fatherhood
bliss
unstoppable
laughter
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Jonas Lamb 