Childhood mates
On the playground, fighting,
The love of the same girl
Had brought best friends to this
I pounded him
Into the dust beneath the tunnels
And though I won,
They carried him, the vanquished
On shoulders through the mud,
She kissed him madly
In the classroom,
Scolding me for my rage…
She tore my necklace loose
Released it to the humid air
It flew out the window with her love
My childhood dream date
Left me in the mud…..
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