polished marbles
you collected
to play on this polished
floor.
i choked with mouth full of
them.
youre full of something..
i said. laughed. etched
under nails at the dirt
from our garden out back,
got lost in there,
the sun made the only
direction to follow.
the sun is the only direction to follow.
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