kindergarten

by cain

>>alienate, havent, kindergarten, weave, receipt

you finger painted an alien on my skin, the teacher
yelled; it had

five antennae, red and yellow and
green; it looked

like the rosebush in the playground from the other
day; you  

kicked it in and stomped its buds into the
chiseled

chalked cement; and i wiped the alien off with my
spit; wet shine

weaving with the colors into nothing but pure
skin; and we

were almost grown-up, we almost kept the
receipt


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