Red Rover, Aspirin, and Camp Counselors

You’ve played Red Rover inside my mind.
Arms tug against the grain,
tendons straining to resist—
back and forth, never clear
on who or what is coming next.
Abrupt changes in method or strategy
catch linked arms off guard
and snap defenses.

Give me an aspirin or something—
Aspirin of Goodbye.
Let it fizzle into nothingness.
Something dissolved cannot be restored,
no matter how much you try to glue back the pieces.
Chemistry has proved to be faster than you.

I’ve never liked camp counselors.
Only pliers will remove that plank in your eye.
Swallow whispers and carve a cross—
Carry it up that hill strewn with empty apologies and promises.

So long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye.
I’m glad to go, I cannot tell a lie.

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Lovely sig and avy by insaney