two months with no human touch
face-to-face was only if you count
speaking through a screen…
Family
Green
tiny between mama and papa…
when my sister fell
heels over handlebar,
I could only glance past
the metal heap…
“Dad, can I have candy?”
“What did your mother say?”…
e practiced making funny noises
and you laughed and laughed…
They love us more than each other,
and follow us to the ends of the Earth,
happy as can be…
here’s to the crick in your neck,
here’s to the knot in your stomach
you don’t remember tying,
here’s to the flutter in your veins…
Her shoulders
are slight, yet solid
under my hands,
she takes up so little…
Do you ever
feel the cold,
that not even blankets
your gran knitted…
When you must
be polite,
or mind your manners,
or some such societal…
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