We seem
to be speaking
two languages.
My NO
gets lost
in your translation
and you hear,
“Yes!”
My NO
has embedded
in your head
as “Yes, Yes,
Take Me Now!”
So you do
as you think
I wish.
You take me
like little boys
with their action figures.
Pose my hands
and feet
to leap and fly,
then crash broken
at your feet.
You play and play
and play, eyes
and ears and bodies
too glazed from
your own joy
to see or hear
my wish for playtime
to stop.
We are speaking
two different
languages.
And yours
is hemorrhaging
mine.
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