When I was a kid I found myself frequently drifting towards Where the adults are Listening in on their conversations And, eventually, asking questions “Why does she have two moms?” “Where did lolo go?” “What does that word mean?” Until…
She bites The inside of her cheek And swallows down the words Whole. They taste of rust. She keeps on smiling.
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