Sticky

It sticks
words in my brain
wounds in my heart
plants in my windows
it sticks

it sticks
like tar to bare feet
bird shit to windshield
or duct tape to itself
it sticks

it sticks
no matter how hard
regardless of self talk
what’s there stays always
it sticks

It sticks
and even in knowing
despite years and distance
love and laughter from today
it sticks

AprilJoy
NaPoWriMo
April 11 2019

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