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Painful Play

I used to see my body
the way a child plays
with play dough
 
love the bumpy and
the squishy bits it could
do anything I dreamed
 
big circles round and rolled
relentlessly spaghetti was not
feared but it was joy itself
 
we all grow out of play
though don’t we and stick
figures they come next
 
I want to know why the big
round body always rolls away
and thins the one that sticks.

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