We were little
We opened up each other's
heads
And ate some of the walnut inside
less than half, carefully
Not a big deal -
we'd grow more
On a camping trip
space s on purpose
Silver puddle s
on the floor
They fold and unfold
like yoga mudras sped up
Like thoughts leading me
out of here
Like flickering lights
letting me know
someone is taking care
of me
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