manuel antonio

purple sky and scraped knees,
childhood on the tongue

our differences rising
and receding in waves
with the high tide

i place so much into a telephone,
into a rectangle
that defines itself
as a way to speak
without seeing
and retain memories
that should
and do belong
to someone else
entirely

i should leave it.
i do.
i see monkeys.

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