My Red Wagon
Christmas, me in my red wagon
Slogging in tears, later you forget
Am I a full person?
Blown black pepper stings your eyes
You strike me, the ambivalence aches
Covered mouth laugh-sharing from now on
Reattached you escape childish dreams
I offer to banish parts of me
Warriors on the horizon, plump and ascending
You appear similar, soul less, smaller
I scurry, looking for your parts
I miss them
At your escape hatch I make room
I hide in your obscurity
Broken in all endeavors
Waiting in luxurious swamps
Emeshment preventing loneliness
I wanted to hurt you too
Copyright © Timothy Barry | Year Posted 2016
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