Hold On

Today I did the crazy. And when

I did it, I crazied so hard

that I hit my noggin on some

variety of hard object. At least,

that’s according to the Bald

Man. I didn’t feel a noggin

hit. I pay little mind to the

hits upon noggins during times

of the crazy. There was another

time I impaled myself in the chest

with a stick while chasing

a critter. Apparently, I bled

for days.


I am hard, like the white on

the trees and underneath our

feet, dense to the movement

of spring.


ButĀ I am soft when it comes to

Honeys and Bald Mans, easy

underĀ their beg and


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