As Mine

The shrink of the family,
Be still in heal thyself
Shelved beside missals
Of what else is left for

Us to climb, a vine that
Snaps, sucks the sap
And turns yellow before
The sun, one pain, sad,

And one permanently
Mad, sarcastically as
Markers with laughter
After thoughts perhaps

It’s not, evaporated as
Reason drinks the line
Fine tipped and defined
Like diploma’s unsigned

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