I was 3 once.
Peanut butter and celery.
It's morphing time!
Grass tasted like
Splenda (before I knew obesity epidemic.)
Liking someone was just wanting to be around them.
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Honesty:
I don't like you,
She smells like eggs.
Mommy and Daddy don't like each other
Anymore.
They still live in the same house,
But the air is heavy.
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Rebellion isn't v-neck t-shirts that
Smell like a car full of teenagers
at 1 AM. It isn't sad and
bloody bedroom sheets when the parents
aren't home. It's whining
Why Daddy, why
can't I?
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Why does that man live on the street?
Why do his clothes fit in a shopping cart?
Pigeons scuttle,
Steam twists,
I don't understand.
When did we stop questioning?
I'll show you mine, you show me yours.
Just curious.
It's okay if you don't know everything.
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So why does that man live on the street?
The obvious answer:
He does not have a home.
But why
Does that man live on the street? Why
him? Why
not me? Why
Can daddy come home with red lipstick collar and
A lipstick red corvette? Why?
Why?
Don't answer that.
Or Are we better?
Is that how it's supposed to be?
Is that right?
What is right?
Don't answer that;
Learn to avoid direct hits.
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Simple:
Bad or good.
Wrong or right.
That's all 3 understands
Pure survival.
We can't keep them,
Snatches of bright green snagged in hair,
Stained ankles,
Forgotten puddles of cherry flavoring #47.
They are the future.
They'll be 5'8''
And they'll have pain and
Joy in one ascent.
Then they'll let themselves
feel the sweat of a hot pork roast
And say I was 3 once.
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Regress! Regress!
Please,
Stay 3.
Keep watching an old man speaking monosyllabic,
Repeating,
Puppets.
Don't roll your eyes!
Yes, yes,
I know mommy is the woman you
love morer than anyone.
It's true dear,
Boys have cooties and
Syphilis is a Pretty
Princess who finds her Pretty Prince,
I promise,
If you'll promise to never
Get there.
To never have to glance at a circle
Of small people with your face and say
You know,
I was 3 once.