regret
--
a poem
when i was still younger than noon,
i held fantasies of forever deep within my cavity.
maybe if i had known the infection this would cause
in my pit, i would have written my obituary sooner.
would have left certain obsessions behind
like barrettes at the end of permed
braids at the turn of
my childhood.
embraced it like a new
pillow but that was back when i
caught fireflies in my palms to see if it
would blacken my infantile hands. hands
used too often to hide laughs pushed forward
by jokes coming from talking drawings.
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