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JUNO

i've fallen
here a time before
you've stood so tall
i'm on the floor
my mouth sewn shut
you hadn't known
your heart would soar
i'd dig the rut
i've fallen
here a time before
i'm in your shadow
on the floor

D.P.S.

the dull waves under your skin

shriek at the crest; breathe at the trough

an eye in the storm stays quiet

sending out its loudest lashes
passion comes crashing

clashing,

clashing,

clashes

TREEHOUSE

the wooden treehouse in my neighbors yard
has started to slant, tired from all the years it's stood—
holding all of us children above ground in its safe arms.
there are more coupons lying around the house,
busting from both wallets and drawers.
no one's been without suffering.
and you wonder if things were this way as a child,
and your naïvety got in the way of allowing you to see things as they were.
maybe it wasn't so bad.
maybe it was.