I.
This seesaw childhood
that delicately balanced on
the rock that he was
is tipping over
and I don’t know what to grapple.
Colours blur, and voices pitch higher
as I descend, my bottom sinking.
Someone please sit on the other side
propel me up.
For what is a seesaw
That never totters?
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