Tandem bikes and laughter and spring has returned to pierce my ears
With
Faux-happy people, eating ice cream with buckets.
Pollute the doorway with caramel wrappers, jumping bunnies
From easter’s yawning promise.
But, pools of tears make arms bleed
Read?
Sure, I read it—
It said GOD.
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