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Writer's pictureWillow Herz

Poem: Tiny Socks

do not put banana on their couch

I am quite flabbergasted by her tiny socks

when did I change from a girl to a woman

you have yet to grow out of a boy

mitzvahed,

your silence spoke louder to me

than your mother’s guilt ridden attacks

reality returns when

tiny socks hits the table for more spoonfuls

I certainly oblige

absurdity returns when

wandering down the blue brick street searching for green slivers

it was here all along

the vacuum shrieks;

it cannot inhale any more unending dust

I am unsure if that is why I cry too

breathing you in was a particulate nightmare

the air on this coast is clearer

peeling away from the honey,

I feel better today

stretching into the cloudless abyss

find me in my own psyche

simultaneously paralyzed and fueled

by the consternation of it all

goodnight, rainbow

see you on the other side

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