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Input? Source? Surrender?


by Michael Tusa


Putting away all the toys and things 

I dragged out of The Box 

As a child 


What a mess. I got LEGOs in my ears. There's every color Crayon on every other wall. 

None of the clocks are set right. 

And one scrap of delivery room blanket still 

Barely Hanging on.


The TV buzzing in black and white firework confetti on channel 3.

Grandmas broken porcelain clown crying tears in pieces in the corner. 

Input?

Source? 

Surrender? 

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