Growing Pains

by Renwick Berchild

Pretty red dot devours the tip of the knife with
Pretty bad cut and pretty tall shout and a pretty
Fast race to the kitchen sink where I take a bath
In pretty cold water with pretty bad sting and

Pretty wide eyes I take my pretty pink mouth &
Kiss my pretty little finger and get on with life.

Despite the pain, itโ€™s still a pretty good life.

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