Pen Play
knuckles scraping ground
with loud noise above and beyond us
our understandings are
dirt grains in this image sandbox
peeling layers of skin off our backs
sliding down the hills you provide
every time I come forth
you lift the sky an inch higher
above my reach
beyond my care
swinging back
into a brick wall
maroon and black stains
blend in with my guts and brains
I seesaw the children games
the monkey bars
in this
caged
playground.
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