jungle gym

in the mulch, we burry our heads
& run around without sound or sight. 
my childhood was a worm graveyard &
a torn skirt. now, every day i am going backwards
towards playground. it sings a song
about vivisection. jungle gym remembers my touch. 
spines grow wild. from dirt & from inside trees.
tasting wood in our mouths. grasp cool 
metal bars & follow them until they burst verdant. 
rainbow texture. jungle. voices like rain fall
promises we are safe here. i dread trying to find my head 
& seeing how small this escape is.

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