Stains

these damned stains appear
on my right shoulder--
sniffles and all,
on all of my clothes.
my son's wet cheeks,
smeared run of his nose,
the breakfast off of his chin
i wear at work
and to bed.
changing shirts and
aggrievances
we fight and make up
everyday
he's my evidence of life
itself, his stains
mark me deeper--
in all my disheveled looks
i've never been more...
distinguished.