Because you are not just twenty something looking at a biblical field of deer
You are also the angsty seven year old
hoping for a tooth to fall out
And you are still the unstrung post-teen
having a nightmare about permanent teeth falling out
Shepharding thoughts
curating opinions
to
slow down the truth
Under a guise papery as onion skins
you are still waiting for the maturity of every layered today
to catch it's breath and exhale it's bearded calm
into the wrinkles of your knuckles
to lie it's head in your lap
to rest
by Cristina Paul
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