That globe
That goddamn globe
Canary yellow
like the world was sick
and the water polluted
with something foul
She dragged it everywhere,
such a strange object
for my little sister’s affection
Snuggling it
like a teddy bear
as she traveled
from room to room
But her attention
waned easily,
she was a child after all,
and the globe,
that goddamn globe,
seemed to always
find my toes
as I stumbled down
the dark hallway
to my bedroom
It wasn’t until years later
that I came to realize
how fitting the color was
3 Apr 2020
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