Sit still, XXri Brook
Dimples, smile, light
Too much for the heavy flight
Of a daydream, happening
Across from my mother’s anxious look
Is my reason in a book?
Maybe another book
Buried in my room
Me, no doors, nor nook
Dimples overstretched, still deep
I hide beneath a sheet
'Till the sun comes back
I’m counting down from 3
But by 1, they turn to holes
No...
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