the strangest surrogate pleasure
in treetops and on concrete blocks
of a public school playground.
your eyes wide;
dilated from sunshine or lidocaine,
like children or insects
when frightened or startled.
you've grown since september.
your peach-fuzz face and arms
cherry-red sunburnt,
patted affectionately by the tiny
low-income-housing Hispanic children
laughing, clambering on your
sweat-sticky back.
the bright blue air intoxicates on
sunny days like this in May.
we could almost beleive ourselves
to be perfectly happy.
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