The Mess, The Spill, The Man

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A balloon cannot lift a child

No matter how tight

The seal

the words seared

into my lips, true and plain

.

See the autumn leaves

The field of red

red and brown and green

Succumb

To the colder ground

.

I sucked at my thumb

You get lost one too many times

In the refrigerator aisle

Ungrateful, wild

I suck at my thumb

.

Red and blue and red

How much spilled?

How many sore cheeks?

A thumb cannot sooth

A balloon cannot lift

.

Don’t complain

I fly again

The limbs akimbo, pumped

.

The words seared into my ears

The melody, the dark and the

Sunshine

I dream

.