on spring days I disintegrate
all of the poignancy that I cannot bear to hold
memories of, memories from
games consummated, accelerating towards
the conclusion days of my childhood
crooking my head downwards and spin and spin and spin and spin and run clumsily
drop the bat
and spin
with all my joy as fast as
I can
clumsily running to god knows where
I don't know, I did care
it had to suffice
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