On hand games (#22)

Prompt: write a children’s poem or rhyme

superstition, stupor frission,
rituals that barely listen,
oreos with the cream licked clean,
orange shoelaces laced up against jeans,
these are the things that bind us
un-
s-
e-e
n.

tell me secrets and i’ll lend you a lie,
kiss my eyelids and i’ll smack you goodbye,
follow to the tallest top of the woods
and say farewell to your childhood,
it’s b-
r-
o-
k-
e-
n,

as your injured arm,
scarred with regret but your lilt full of charm,
sprains can fool but they can’t hurt me,
when you’re old you’ll remember the tree,
the douglas fir snared you under my spell,
where did you go when you tripped and fell?
why did you forget to say hello?
i wanted you to be
my
b-
o-
y.

(slap your partner’s hands. the one who loses must climb the nearest tree and jump, eyes closed.)

-C.

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