P.O.E.T.

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Playing as a child stretched

On a patch of sun on the kitchen floor

Every doll a name and song

Twirling in my hands

Printing crooked in the margins

Of every scrap of paper

Effervescent ink that stains huddled fingers

Till they bleed black and blue

Peeling through my crammed-tight heart

Overflowing with riddled pages

Each an attempt at a story

That spells out who I am