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I labeled a box Non-Event, Anti-Spectacle, Non-Coping Mechanisms, Non-Ulterior Motives, Anti-Selfish Non-Self Ideologies and put what remained of my faith inside it.

I put the box on the lawn and ran around it, 

until I caught pneumonia, and you took care of me. 


GROWING

Talk with hands
talk with chin, full of mango flavored medicine
crush the can with backlogged playground punches 
re-establish your gut
have hair that grazes the epicenter
of your appeal
coast just above the lake that reflects
the sky as it was 
at the hour 
of your birth.