playground. a poem.

creaky swings
remind me of a
simpler time

when my emotions
weren’t tangled up
knots of multicolored yarn

cigarette butts
scattered on the playground
remind me of
just weeks ago

when i smoked every day
after class,
just to destress
i’d fill my lungs
with tar.

but the swings
make me feel better
so i’ll just sit
and swing for a while.

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