Childhood Files 2

This can't be mine
the endless row of television bear shows
the two plastic pianos, feeling like an ice storm,
far away from this, further
it's mine
bursting loud tunes, twinkle little star
digging like a miners in the garden
black stone flowers
it feels like these two
were here first


Everything before was a pregnant breath
waiting for the real life
the goodnight moon
 doubles, twinkle little star
more unlikely than a garden on a straw hat
the garden grew into a whole island of green
big enough to live on
likely it shouldn't have happened,
but unlike anything
unlike anything before