PLAYGROUND
I make a shape
in the dirt.
You laugh.
Our voices skitter
down the river,
beaked by birds.
How do you fix a rock?
How do you clean
the ground?
We briefly clench
and touch fingers,
forgetting together.
I make a shape
in the dirt.
You laugh.
Our voices skitter
down the river,
beaked by birds.
How do you fix a rock?
How do you clean
the ground?
We briefly clench
and touch fingers,
forgetting together.
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