Flipping Pennies

June 5, 2010
He (pushes me to the edge) plays with
words in a sing-song joke
believes in an unknown God
and bleeds glitter
I('m in his sweatshirt, curled in a modified fetal position) cry
with happiness and
shriek with joy
that boy's something
beautiful, I sing,
and you (shedding silver)
stroke my hair.

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