Ode to the Snot-Bubble Child on Outset Island
for noelle
There is mucus bubbling
at the base of your nose.
You scream when I clean your face.
We have to walk
before we can run.
Know your legs first,
then sprint.
And yet, you sprint,
And so, I follow.
Who can blame you?
Your body is yours, and has only been around for so long.
Who is to say
this is not just part of growing up?
There is so much that
they will try to take from you.
Today, we let boogers be the worst.
Dear one. Your face is meant to be clean.
Your water is meant to be clear.
Your future is meant to be yours.
I am prepared to brave the forest
for you.
Wait for me.
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