casper's lisp

the place before parenthesis
is the place where we are young and toothless


watch over me like a capital letter
before you tear me in two

catch me in your bracket arms
when i stumble over commas

(i wasn't ready for you.)

can't you tell
by the way my breath hitches that

i am terrified -
of punctuation - !

The End

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