Jul 2012
strip baseball
I was never allowed
to see your arms
where so many birds
had been
jeopardy**
I am pushing a bike uphill, my brother
is pushing
a wheeled
horse-
we are late for the birth of my sister’s doll.
for the tea that protects us.
I was never allowed
to see your arms
where so many birds
had been
jeopardy**
I am pushing a bike uphill, my brother
is pushing
a wheeled
horse-
we are late for the birth of my sister’s doll.
for the tea that protects us.
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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