what are we talking about
when we are taking about we
and what has come between
the two of us now
who are too tough to admit
that we are hurt and bleeding
but not quite dead
because we put our hands
on each other to stop the cuts
from showing us
how much we can say
with our other open flaps
that talk about
how many people are left
to die
like us
and how many more
are left to be killed
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when we were kids
there was a forest
that would
come into us
with skies overhead and holes below
and grass that hid
great tracks of rabbits
and mice that would eat
from your hand if you could tell them
to come into us
with the right food
like cheese
but not all kinds
because different mice like different food
and different hands
like my brother’s
who bought gouda
brought it out
waited
nibbled at it from hunger
heard a mouse
loosened
squeaked
come closer
come into us
and smiled
though a mouse didn’t know much about that
as it came into us
and he clobbered it with a stone
blood everywhere
on the skies
the holes
and the grass that hid
great tracks of rabbits
and mice that would eat
from your hand
and forget you had two
that could come into us,
and with the right tool,
into it
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