I remember the jungle gym of childhood
Crusted yellow paint and the smell of dirt
Grasping the air, I missed a bar
Complete chaos for seconds
Now my hair is wet, warm and thick
Tears well up, but nobody sees them
The nearest person is too far to hear
When you were close enough, I cried
You carried me to the car
I felt vinyl and rumbling
The light of the ER was hot,
like the needle that numbed me
Six stitches fixed me
Ice cream felt good on my lips
You ate it with me,
but you’re lactose intolerant
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