Card
after card
after card
it keeps going
the stack endless
the family tree sprawling
stretching
growing
by the second.
I have to write it all down
I can't even remember who wanted to read my speech
but it's a mess
and someone just rang the doorbell.
Sigh.
Create
writing
medium or genre
poetry
body
this is my routine;
come home from school
open to this the first chance I get
write.
Write
write
write
all I do
I'm
confused
did I do it
what happened?
You were melancholy earlier
what is going on
what did I miss
was it me?
You talk in subtle hints
but what are you hinting at?
The world is muted
muffled
as the snow sprinkles your hair
lice,
you remember a friend calling it once in 5th grade
you got mad at him for that.
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