your mother came at my mother with a fork.  

those first days
though I kept it from you
I told myself
you were too sad to eat.      

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dusk, hide & seek.  

I’d count
and you’d count
behind me.

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dusk, losing sight
of the frisbee.  the scarecrow

we think is a scarecrow
until it bends to pick up
a cat.  we think is kind
until it swallows

the cat
cat noises
and all.

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I think I’m elderly

you somehow
replied.