pronounced Tommy
tomi
tomi who is in my class rings the doorbell
i am in my room my mother
answers the door tomi comes up to my room
i am remembering fifth grade tomi and
i aren't friends at least we have
never played together
she has never been to my house in my
room we listen to music
and talk she sits on my bed i sit on the floor i
don't know why she is here after she
leaves i think about
her i still think about her it's a wonder she knew
so early on i guess she was precocious that
way it hadn't come to me yet
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2019-03-02 at 16:40
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