Poetry · Writing

Speech Therapy

I can’t see through owl eyes.

Twenty twenty didn’t prepare me

for chaos filled parks and high

seated ball games.
I can’t breathe up here. The oxygen

is ripped from my lungs like our youth.

I cant pretend to understand the complexity

the labyrinth 
you refer to as

‘you should just know’.

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