You Are My Sunshine
spring curtains blow in the street breeze
women's voices in the kitchen sharing
news
and family secrets
I'm under the bed against the wall where they
cant get me
I don't want to be found.
Here I can listen to the house happening
not visible
and they'll forget me
and
talk
and I can hear things
never said
and all the things that are.
I push my back up against the wall
my grandfather is singing
you are my sunshine
on the back porch.
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