The Key Under My Tongue
Surrender is impossible, until it's not
By Ashe LawsonPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read
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Play Pianos Pianoing! I giggle sternly,
Poking at the robot in my hand.
I need my pianos and I need to slip away.
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No more robots for today. The light
From them burns and they slice
Up my head. I’m ready to be fungus.
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I sink. Surrender is impossible
Until it’s not. There’s a treehouse
In an old Willow.
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Along the way from here
To anywhere. I have the key
Under my tongue, so I go there.
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It’s dusk, azalea pink, and the sun
Sears through the cracks in the walls.
But I’m safe. He can see me but he can’t touch.
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