To Know And To Know Poem by Marc Mannheimer
To Know And To Know
my plague name
was Gary
when I was small
and did not know
that I was small
there was only yellow,
not a ball,
not round,
and not yellow,
only the scent of the sun,
and it felt
like my father
(when I liked him)
kissing me goodnight,
while I played
with my yellow ball
with Grover on it,
who I did know to be Grover,
because he said his name,
every afternoon at 2: 00
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