Child Creature

Wooden slats the
Artistry of train tracks
Languish with wildflowers
A clack and quiet
Skipping flow.
Silence twists in the
Larynx. Italian ambience
Insignificant yet—

Shelve that child on
A swaying stack of trunks.
A bruise on a small knee
Flecks of paint and a smell
Like syrup.
Watch wildflowers shimmer,
Spread.

A symbiosis between that
Child creature
And the adult you’ve become.
Undone- the conception
Of alone and unloved—
Separated with the ease of
Splitting playdough with
Safety scissors.

 

 

Artwork by Mary Cassatt

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