My then seven year old step-son (oh wow, that was thirty years ago) use to think, if you gave presents to people they would go away.
Mom was given presents
and disappeared
self conscious getting presents outside of holidays
wondered if I was loved or wanted
content to play all by myself
neighborhood children would come by to play
there was this girl I just wanted to get her to go away
I presented a flower to her yet she stayed
not only did she stay
she simply would not go away
I ran and hid by the water hose
Wicked step-mother came by and asked what was wrong
recounted the gift and begged her to send the girl along
sadly she just laughed and picked up the hose
sprayed me with water from head to toes
it didn’t make sense
will never figure it out
presents mean
“Go away” I shout
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