Bad stuff lurks beneath the surface
In places you can’t go
Can’t see and
Wouldn’t understand if you could and
Just about everywhere
If you think about it
Is someplace you can’t go or see
The inside of your own body
The inside of you child’s mind
The inside of a wall
She might scream about the density of chicken nuggets and
Hit her brother because he wanted her to identify a color and
There might be cracking paint up and down a wall and
You might have chest pains when you eat tomatoes or pineapple
But that’s what you know
It’s all you know
There’s no crawling in her ear and
I probably know less about walls than I do about child psychology
I do know
However
That the shark’s fin isn’t the real problem
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