The Hook

I’m trying to reach for the crisper drawer

but I’m anchored right here to the kitchen floor.

She’s six years old and she won’t let go

until I swear that I’m coming to the show.

Her smallest finger is a tight, warm wire,

fueled by a toddler’s relentless fire.

The knuckle turns white as she locks the deal,

and I promise her something I’m starting to feel.