Pushing against the wall his big boy body
I’m certainly not wrong
Maybe I’m wrong
I should stop pushing maybe should I stop feeling righteous– I’m grey tired
…
Circling swirling nightmares
Grinding teeth yellow sound
Swirling raspberries and windy days
…
Shoving him against the brick wall
Hurting my hand
Shoving maybe its wrong
I should stop hurting ourselves– myself
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Circling swirling bad dreams
Grinding teeth desperate sound
Raspberry swirl cheesecake
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His head between my hands hitting hard against the pavement floor
I’m not wrong
I’ve lost it all
I’m alone and grey tired on this late afternoon’s Sunday mood
