Favorite child


i was her favorite child

so when it got bad

  i went outside 

where

 flop eared grasses lay

and fluffy thistles rocked 

in scattered winds 

and the arms 

of the grease wood tree 

held me close 

while wild mustards 

just nodded and 

understood 

why 

i hid from 

what was inside

the house

where  i was someone’s

favorite child

to hit

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