Trigger Warning
(at first)
A stain rescinds after talk
And now, a hiding
Like wanting to know, by seconds
And every morning (after) there’s a sting
A stain spreads, like saying there’s a stain
They are children too; they are young
And you can see such a little heart
(wanting to know that friendship is possible)
a day is
a reminder of sharing
and you can see such a little; this love
doesn’t know to fail
—Before gravity, there was
a listening ellipse,
setting up a plot again
for you—