when you were Adam
you were all
sweet banana mush
piggy squeals
and doo dahs
wiggly legs in my
wagon
today you are a
child
you tug my
blood-stained thigh
re-marking the
silver bands
around all I’ve
lost
someday you will
be Adam again
you will skate
past
my chalet of dry
tears
not knowing my
name
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