GROWING PAINS

Growing up on the porch

instead of rearing untamed

through the fields and groves

is no sin. You grow as tall as her.

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You grow as kind as him.

The growing doesn’t eye

the domestic scent of

whitewashed boards

and bricks and sneer.

It stretches its roots

and sighs—I’m on my way

up.