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agnes obel

[brooklyn chase]

barbed wire coils itself precariously around the edges of the prison
it can be difficult to tell 
what they are trying to keep in,
and what they are trying to keep out

chain-linked fences standing upright as soldiers do.
only what they are told,
only what they have convinced themselves they are built for.
but is anything built for what it ultimately becomes

they have been defined as the single worst thing they have ever done
we don't remember that they are brothers,
husbands,
fathers,
friends.
we don't remember that they are people worth remembering.

it's the sort of thing that reminds them that they once existed beyond this place,
and they still do. 

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if the grow up committee asks,

tell them i still remember my first day of kindergarten 

and i hate spending money, 

because i'm afraid of letting things go. 

tell them i still use coloring books

and that i play with my food when i'm full.

tell them i haven't forgotten my favorite lullaby, 

but i can't remember the quadratic formula

tell them i'm old enough to see r rated movies

but not old enough to make that choice because

i'm no longer a child

but not yet an adult.  

tell them my heart is scattered on all sides of the globe 

and my mind can be a million places at once

but people tell me im a good listener. 

tell them my cap and gown are a few sizes too big 

and my dreams seem to be out of stock

but i haven't given up yet. 

tell them i'm taking bigger steps every chance i get,

and that im tired. 

tell them that you think i'm ready,

and tell them

well maybe don't tell them, 

that i'm not. 






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