The eyes

The eyes glaze
as I fight to answer one last question.
The poems
I analyze remind me of my childhood.
I am whisked away by memories
fraught with pain
Awkward first kisses and
Front teeth knocking
I remember
Running home
to escape the pain
Ducking behind
French windows
Hallucinating just
a little bit
Today,
the next day,
into
forever and still
I wish somehow
I would just let it
all
go–

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