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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