February 7, 2018

Inside 

The two you miss.  My raveled ribbon yanked,

dismissed. A chase to tunnels, huddled pleas

while we hug knees.  A gingham dress that flanks 

a goosebumped tease of skinny arm I squeeze.  

We hear your feet.  They pound playground,

a pack that grows discreet but c...

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