my keeper collects dark facts
shares them like garnets
we’re presumed to want to hold
but i just want them rolling rolling rolling
away
don’t want to hear about
flesh off the bone
or ticks or the
pervert killer
give me splashed effort, diamonds in each curl
snacks waiting in the shade
the braided hands of friendship
sharing work
stop bothering me so i can be
the one you cook for sing for
but never think for worry for
poison for plea for
give me hollowed hazelnut shells
rolling rolling rolling
then crushed into the lava gravel
before they reach
the sea
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