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onion

I remember
tye-dye tee-shirts
to my knees.

Swing sets creaked.
Laughter alone with the thousands
of uncomfortable crickets.

Perspective does it.

I remember as a child thinking
we never really know someone else.
How privately my parents discuss the world
news. What was an opinion
but a few letters off an onion.
My father, twice, told me
"onions upset my stomach."

Two wrongs don't make it right, right? 

 

[image: vladas orze]