carp dreams2

scenes from my childhood.

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just playing outside

climbing up the familiar hill,
the sky just lightly
dyed from sun's red smear,
as evening breeze carries to my ears
sounds of children's
laughter in the distance.

i wonder what food awaits at home.

sisyphus

palms, coated in sweat
and fingers slipping off
the keys.
heart, wrenched tight from
dread,
from the weight of my parents,
no,
my own dreams.

rinsing my hands free of
the milk of latent terror,
i glance in the mirror.

a boy's face, twisted
from fatigue and helplessness.

staircase

I
up,
sun,
light,
window,
laziness.

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