We Never Said
A poem about family & growing up
there must have been a moment that it broke I don’t remember when
recollection of seven: my sister paid me a quarter for my art because I wouldn’t show her how to paper mâché
I had regrets losing my creation I tried to take back what was no longer mine
when I was ten I lived through earthquakes and aftershocks the sky fell but we put it up again
by thirteen, it was too late too late to heal broken bones Santa Claus had died and we never said goodbye
belief is a good hole to hide in when you can but sometimes it becomes too many feet deep too many decades traveled
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