Spoiler! :
PARKING LOT PLAYGROUND
You call the parking lot a playground,
and the berries that grow behind it lunch.
You don’t know what they’re called,
not yet, not now.
You don’t need to know,
not for a while.
You just know
that they’re safe, that they’re constant.
Until the school decides enough is enough
as they tear out the bushes,
the vines,
Until all that’s left is that nagging hunger.
You call the parking lot a playground,
and the berries that grow behind it lunch.
You don’t know what they’re called,
not yet, not now.
You don’t need to know,
not for a while.
You just know
that they’re safe, that they’re constant.
Until the school decides enough is enough
as they tear out the bushes,
the vines,
Until all that’s left is that nagging hunger.
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