Poetry · Writing

This Universe

You make me

skip

around the house

through the yard

on the roof

screaming.

Skipping with kids that just learned

to step

can barely step

forgot them

but I’ll skip past.

They’ll never see me again

I made it to the moon already

singing with blank faces

signing and kissing babies

I gotta go though-

I’ll be late for dinner.

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