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Take Care, My Girl

Tell me!

Don’t tell me.

I don’t want to know:

the flash of his smile,

the curl of the water,

the way that the tree roots

stab through the mud

like the four-pronged tips

of a blood spattered lance,

leaving me bruised,


swallowing my pride,

pumping with chemicals

and bubbles of water.

Don’t tell me

the wonder that this could become—

tree bark and earth

tattooed to my hands

of mountains, of cackling,

of throwing my chest to a wide-open sky,

of cliff face and cloud trails

and lanes built for axes

in the dip of the yard.

Tell me.

Don’t tell me.

I don’t want to know.


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