the child i was
is
a
filling in a school sandwich
half eaten
discarded
but
still
chews
on
his
shirt
collars
in the photograph slides
i am a giant grown on his shoulder
host
to
his
museum
and
he'll
nudge
me
on
sunday afternoons
when
the
world
is
quiet
and ask me who i am
or
he'll tap my back
when
i
forget
my
medication
and
cold sweats drain existence and credibility
from
this
timeline
from kxcameras.com
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