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Bollo Redondo
It warmed the feet of the carpenter boy
When you let the water run
Whose hair was washed? Who held back?
You were red and he was coy
Your body sold, your body old,
Enough to choose, insisted
Remembered blue
(that’s mistaken, too)
Distinguished truth, resisted
A straggly pack of plastic wrap
Was a Sunday morning treat
I scoffed them down from the Netto bag
A Magdalena sugar trap
Take note of this, a jam-filled kiss
An article definitely lost
Mary’s sin, disquieting
What your memory truly cost
Kai Roland Green
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