a wedding ceremony, a baby:
a great disaster. this great disaster is
different.
meaning has made me helpless,
taken me by surprise.
he pulls at my empty center and it tears.
we laugh together secretly.
he sings, he glows with possibility;
a strange voice and grasped hands.
i am eight years old, i am
a simpleton, or so i presume;
damage poured under my surface.
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