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Sandbox Summit

from ISH? by Al Murb

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Three of us sitting in sand next to some old brick stairs
Jumping those plastic people with joy until I said something weird.
Soon enough the trio turns to one just on his own
Sure it’s kind of sad
But I guess at least I learned just what was possible.

How did I ever acquire a pink and white Power Ranger action figure?
Are all my guardians as concerned with my potential masculinity as they’ve heard that they should be in that situation?
Situationally, I’m sort of a strange shell.
As evident by the ditching in a ditch in the sandbox.
And the river rocks.
What the hell?

So now that I’m alone again
I guess I’ll just bite the bullet and stay the hell home.
Popping in a VHS of Summerslam ’94.
I recall not liking that one that much.
They let Bret beat Owen in a cage match
Because for some reason Bret always had to win
When it all came down to personal preference
I always liked Owen so much more.

I wonder if I’d had myself a sibling too
Would I have turned out substantially lucky like that?
Learning from the first or force-fed responsibility
I'm not sure it would have mattered that much at all.

All that matters now is I’m still kind of picking sand
And I’d be kicking those river rocks if I still could see them.

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from ISH?, released April 1, 2018

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