The Key Under My Tongue

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.