Artificial Grass
Laying in bed
with the smell
of that old carpet
you spilled milk on
when you were young
lingering
with that stuffed toy dog
that followed you
as fast as it’s plush
little feet let it
with the two parrots
that sang you lullabies
that brought tears
to their own eyes
you sit up and realize
that you’ve never spilled milk
or that you never did get
that toy dog or the two parrots
as presents and you realize
you can’t sleep
then you sleep
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