don't worry about me,
i'm a survivor.
i've been marred a few
times to crazy women.
i had no shoes when i was a kid.
we ate baloney on white
bread for years
and drank powdered milk.
i can get through anything.
i've walked through fire.
hmm, hmm, he says
while gently rubbing
some lotion onto my leg
where a small patch of poison
ivy has grown.
it's not how you fall down,
it's how you get
up, i tell him.
no surrender, brother.
he looks up at me and laughs.
it's just poison ivy,
he says.
keep it clean and don't
scratch it.
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