A poem about baseball cards and relationships.
My friend, you are deluded
if you believe
people are possessions
to be bought, kept,
traded at will.
I am no baseball card
waiting in its case
to become a dog-eared
rumple of paper
callously stuffed in your pocket.
Nor are my children.
their souls are worth
far more
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