perfect
no words for it
once distant
we now walk around it
a golden childhood
bites an adulthood
quiet now-
don’t upset it
summer vacations
birthdays, cousins
love if you were lucky
and even if you weren’t
growing up what were
they thinking
nothing’s impossible
someone’s watching
like it was golden
pulled by the roots
cleaned, cut up
salted, and cooked
you’ve never forgotten
how sweet it tasted
your stomach aches
without explanation
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