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a poem by
Lisa Flowers
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Removed from our atmosphere
of common empathy
and the freedom of children
to play together, sexlessly
and lay all day sexlessly
in each other's minds
we became as awkward
as an arranged marriage.

Your conduit of human kindness
became a conduit
of unwilling children
en route to vaccination,
who crept back up
the shaft in single file,
clutching each other.


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