The Toddler and the Sandwich

The way I fight to stay
Awake,
Afraid I’ll miss the playing.
If you watch you’ll see

Just where I’m not unfolding.
Like a sandwich unwrapped from foil,
bent,
Kinked and battered by opening toil,
Never neatly unrolled
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