Growing (II)

Repeat it after me:

               no more bad dreams

              no more bad dreams

              no more bad dreams.

From this point on
the lapse isn’t catching
up. The horns can sink
back into the soil
they grew from,
under a sun
that dries each memory
in my mind, each tear
soaking my face.

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