i spy

i spy with my hiding child eye
by Marissa Glover

fraidy cat, fraidy cat
who’s been running home to mommy
               who’s been running
                              fraidy, fraidy cat

simon says you’ve been crying, simon says
               are those tears, cry baby
baby, baby          nanny nanny boo boo
                              who’s been running
               who

ring around the rosy
               pockets full of poesy
stand still while we run around
                              ashes to ashes
london bridge is falling down

we all fall, fraidy cat—  
               i will catch you if i can

i too am running home
               crying mommy may i
                              put myself together again

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Marissa Glover is a teacher and writer who shares her thoughts more than necessary, which she considers a form of charitable giving. If it counted as a tax deduction, she’d be rich. Her poetry was recently anthologized in Persona Non Grata by Fly on the Wall Press and published at Three Drops from a Cauldron, Ghost City ReviewThe Coil, New Verse News, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Collective Unrest. Follow her on Twitter @_MarissaGlover_.

(And don’t miss the hot spelling exercise in her poem Sex. – Elephants Never)

The Sunday Solace series focuses on mental health and medication. We hope to provide a judgment-free space to explore and discuss our issues in a creative manner.

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