Until it ran clear (a dream)
Tar Baby
Glued nose, closed
Abused boy with ring wormed head,
no bed
He wanted to stay
Small hope
I cleaned him with soap and water until it ran clear
He had no father, and a drunken mother
He begged to stay and play
We shared a hot dog split / one between the other
Ate
Colored with broken crayons / like him
It was a simple thing to do,
run wide toothed comb through matted hair,
then clean him again
with soap and water until it ran clear
ldn
ldn
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