Time Has No Pockets
We ran for the running, chased nothing, won joy. Grass-stained knees Popsicle tongues Palms full of gravel and glory. I was a mom-shaped kid— barefoot, loud, rebecome. And you— you…
We ran for the running, chased nothing, won joy. Grass-stained knees Popsicle tongues Palms full of gravel and glory. I was a mom-shaped kid— barefoot, loud, rebecome. And you— you…