... remember when i saw a tiny sunflower,
shooting out from a patch of dirt near the old home.
and i came to my room and i wrote about you.
asked if i could show it to you.
five year old child
me, messy finger painting
behind my back.
i took a piece of your affection and ate it.
i pin a sunflower to my hobo bag and i go
meet a new boy. he has curly hair a yellow jacket
and brave eyes.
wherever i am,
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