I shake your frowns out of my head
not from my dad
smiling
this time.
Inside
a happy person am I.
And you
my scar tissue.
Cutting it out
leaves another mark.
Got to be the turtle
shell on my back
life out of whack
but moving,
still moving.
It is into the water
where fast I go
grinning
when
swimming.
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