I can’t take your sadness anywhere
a child chewing on a stick
trying to pass for a child
a few of his friends nearby
human
and meant
to age
a mother, not his, reading a book
about a mother
not hers
her husband
in a monster mask
lovelessly
jumping
rope, a sandbox
emptied
by the orphans
of deformed
swings
kingsoftrain 
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