5.12.18

you come to me unprotected, your neck
bare your face carved clean
it’s alarming
the miskempt, my own contempt
for a failure I know i
didn’t commit.
we squeeze you.
we tie your shoes
together
we find the way winding, come back
to you playing
in sand. pick you up

 

BIRCH

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