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He gave us chocolate bars

and we were too young to know the word

we did not yet wear shame

like an old raincoat

we sat in the living room

on furniture covered in plastic

he showed us pictures

and we watched his fingers remember

he gave us soda

handed it to us still fizzy

and it tickled our noses

flesh was flesh 

our legs stuck to the sofa

he spoke to us like we weren’t small

and we did not yet know

there were men like unnamed roads

we were pink as peach ice cream

we did not wear our history

like old boots or a second skin

he was dark as a chocolate bar

and we did not yet know

we stood on fields of unmarked holes.

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