flood this forrest          
         like you forecast
and test how true      
         the treehouse i grew

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the wee little ones cry out loudest
fearful of being dying unnoticed
for they're not the stoutest
or profoundest

“we’re always among the forgot,
for we come so quick, oft left to rot,
as you street walk in the early morn
composing on and on and on

and our
sweet little rhymes, smaller than a dime,
oft arrive as twins or even triplets,
so fast and so furious,
they go unwitnessed
so we can’t be recalled,
stillbirthed, unborn,

therefore
we’ve decided to take you hostage,
treatied with your leggings,
no home return permitting
!
until we are recorded,
and given up for adoption”

P. S.
how do ya like them shorties now?

Come, lie close to me, before you grow cold,

Let us we two, share one space, a place where into each other, we can fold,

You know me, I will be your blanket, a shield against all,

I know you, who would the same, were it I, the same, befall,

So come, come close to me, before, you grow cold,

Let us, we two, hold on to now, until the future calls.

i lay my body dough out                              
        a soft slab of relief                                       
                           cooled on the fire escape
                          loaning my spore to the night

teacher erases
marker mistake
expo stains
still left behind
a tinge of red
under the blue