Another Poem

I recall writing that I'd put school related poems up here...

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Make my arms your red:

please –

color yours the way they were before.

I’ll shelter you from every blow

as much as love can –

As much as love can from the classroom and the playground

mine will stand between you

and the nighttime specters that redden your arms and eyes and

narrate your stories. With red arms

I’ll hold at bay

all the drumsticks, belts, and bats

that enter this school in silhouette form

traced on twelve-year-old skin.