You were a child,
crawling on your knees, swaddled
like a baby, like a mama so proud,
but your voice is too loud.
We like to watch you laughing,
picking insects off of plants,
no time to think of consequences.
You're a self,
take only what you need from it.
A family of trees wanting to be haunted.
The water is warm,
but it's in the knees shivers.
A
baby is born,
crying out for attention.
Memories fade,
like looking through a four-wall mirror.
Decisions,
new decisions,
all played in my ball,
but I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot,
I guess not.
Enjoy yourself,
take only what you need from it.
A family of trees wanting to be haunted.
