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This game of hide and seek has lasted over a decade. In an infinite house with multi-
plying rooms, wings like hollow
spider's legs. Left so many white handkerchiefs in
cubby holes and closets, it became impossible to tell
who's was who's
or what any of it meant. Tiny calendars carried in breast pockets spit days down
our shirts, trickle out down trouser legs. Sometimes weeks fall at a time.
Hansel and Gretel could've eaten their trail through the woods to sustain them; our
crisscrossing time receipts stick to our feet
as we walk. Sometimes limp. Mostly pine. I fell
open like the doors of the forgotten wardrobe on the fourth floor when I knew
I could not contain you
in my hopscotch mind.
Singing I have fairytales, I have nursery rhymes.
I have a tea set in the
secret room
by the library
that smells of lemon and lime. I've got
picture books
of every kind,
and macaroons I found
in a dresser drawer
like treats
that were left behind.
And, like a teddy bear hanging from my hand,
I've got my time.
There's nothing for it any more, but to count to ten
and slowly wander. Come out, come out, wherever you are,
come out
come out
come home to me
plying rooms, wings like hollow
spider's legs. Left so many white handkerchiefs in
cubby holes and closets, it became impossible to tell
who's was who's
or what any of it meant. Tiny calendars carried in breast pockets spit days down
our shirts, trickle out down trouser legs. Sometimes weeks fall at a time.
Hansel and Gretel could've eaten their trail through the woods to sustain them; our
crisscrossing time receipts stick to our feet
as we walk. Sometimes limp. Mostly pine. I fell
open like the doors of the forgotten wardrobe on the fourth floor when I knew
I could not contain you
in my hopscotch mind.
Singing I have fairytales, I have nursery rhymes.
I have a tea set in the
secret room
by the library
that smells of lemon and lime. I've got
picture books
of every kind,
and macaroons I found
in a dresser drawer
like treats
that were left behind.
And, like a teddy bear hanging from my hand,
I've got my time.
There's nothing for it any more, but to count to ten
and slowly wander. Come out, come out, wherever you are,
come out
come out
come home to me
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