Poetry · Writing

Camp Wednesday

like a pitched tent-

we hide away:

can hear see smell taste the world

but they can’t touch what we have-

around a camp fire, we tell stories

snacks and a heap of pillows

lip service is on the clock

& weeks worth of sleep in an afternoon

i like to tell jokes

& you’re so beautiful when you laugh

you know what i like

such a good girl.

you’re different out there

& so am i

but here- we are one in the same

a founding titan

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