Child of the Open Air

Grabbing my toes,
I pull my butt out from beneath me,
flip me upside down,
and shake.

I plop her back on her butt and smack
her back and wait
and wait and wait

for her to burp, spit or vomit,
or to drop from any pocket

something new to me. Something honest.

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