Today's poem is by Daniel Lawless
Childhood
Though childhood is not what a child would know
To call ither corpus callosum isn't quite
Connected yetand anyway why would she want to?
When you're six you're a ghost inside another ghost,
Un-pierceable by anything in the substantial world,
Where this and this and this keeps happening.
A knob of milky quartz juts out of a rock.
There's a man on the moon, a box of matches adorned with a key.
You wear your life lightly
As the dog you name wears the name you name it.
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from Copper Nickel
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