Pluto, Lincoln, ****
covers of National Geographics, still
plastic wrapped, waiting for you
your grandfather
bought you a subscription
for life
he's gone a dozen years
fitting his favorite president would grace one cover
and your enslavement, **** another
Pluto sits between both on the coffee table
waiting for you also, perhaps feeling like a ******* child,
belatedly told it did not belong
and you feel that far away
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
Pluto, Lincoln, ****
covers of National Geographics, still
plastic wrapped, waiting for you
your grandfather
bought you a subscription
for life
he's gone a dozen years
fitting his favorite president would grace one cover
and your enslavement, **** another
Pluto sits between both on the coffee table
waiting for you also, perhaps feeling like a ******* child,
belatedly told it did not belong
and you feel that far away
Upon the eve of my son's incarceration for growing hallucinogenic substances
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